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THE POEMS of 
JOHN FRANCIS MYERS 



TOGETHER WITH 

BIOGRAPHY 



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First wife of the Author 




Mrs. Minnie Lee (Barrett) Myers 
Second wife of the Author. 



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A BIOGRAPHICAL PREFACE 



>^^OHN FRANCIS MYERS was born in Christian county, Ken- 
41 tucky, on December 13, 1834. At the age of ten months he 

^-^ came with his parents to McLean county, IlHnois, where they 

purchased, settled on and improved what is now the McLean County 
Poor Farm. The wife and mother passed to spirit hfe in September, 
1857, and in 1859, the children all having grown to maturity, the 
father sold the farm to the county. 

John F. Myers attended the country district schools a part of 
each year from the time he was six years old until he reached the 
age of nineteen, when he entered the Wesleyan University, of Bloom- 
ington, Illinois, attending that school several terms while Prof. Sears 
was in control, and Prof. Northup, Profs. McNulty and Adams were 
teachers. Hon. Adlai E. Stevenson, Hon. James S. Ewing, Hon. 
Geo. P. Davis, and many other worthy youths of Bloomington and 
vicinity were students. 

On December 22, 1857, he was married to Miss Sarah C. Birdsell, 
of Randolph's Grove, near Heyworth, Illinois, and has resided on a 
farm the greater part of the time since his marriage, locating at his 
present residence, 924 West Front street, Bloomington, Illinois, March 
1st, 1898. He resided on a farm near Fairbury, Illinois, for twenty- 
three years, and during that time engaged in general farming, raising, 
feeding and dealing in hogs, cattle and horses. He held the offices of 
school director, justice of the peace and commissioner of highways, the 
most of the time conjointly, for twenty years. 

He inherited from his parents a natural talent for music and 
poetry, he played the fife for military drill for the McLean county 
regiment of militia, a regiment of which his father was fife major, 
at the age of eight years. At twelve years he developed a talent 
for poetry, and wrote numerous ditties and ballads on comic and 
dramatic circumstances in rhyme for the amusement of his friends, 
many of which were too full of mirth and sarcasm to meet the appro- 
bation of the author at this time and so will be omitted from this 
volume. 

As he grew to manhood he could not see sufficient money in music 
and poetry, to satisfy his financial ambition, as a profession, espe- 
cially in that early day, consequently he stuck to the farm and con- 
tented himself with occasionally playing the violin, fife, guitar or 



12 BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH 

violincello for his friends when solicited to do so, and writing an 
occasional poem or instrumental piece of music when the muses would 
bring the inspiration so strong that it would boil over of its own mo- 
mentum. 

The author being independent and conservative in politics and re- 1 
ligion, and believing that there is some good in almost all parties and i 
sects, and that all sects and secret orders, and organizations that'j 
make men and women better citizens and better at heart, are good ; 
for the world — as we can not all see alike — yet he believes that few^ 
of them are perfect, and in his comments has tried to call things by 
their right names, and has pointed out with impartiality and malice 
toward none, a few vices and errors which have crept into our social, 
civil, political and commercial systems, and made some suggestions 
which he would rejoice to know, will be received in the spirit of kind- 
ness in which they are given, and will bear fruit for the betterment 
of mankind, feeling that the whole world should regard each other as 
brothers, and work together for mutual good. And he earnestly 
hopes the gentle readers will pardon the eulogistic effusions of love 
and admiration displayed in his personal, memorial and eulogistic ',' 
poems, when they know (as his near friends know) his sympathetic 
heart and strong love for those near and dear, and for old and tried 
friends. 

John Grove Myers, the father of John F. Myers, was born in 
Christian county, Kentucky, in the year 1799, was the 'son of Henry 
Myers and Catherine Negley-Myers who were born in Lancaster 
county, Pennsylvania, and were sturdy scions of the Pennsylvania 
Dutch. Henry Myers was a man of sterling worth and irreproachable 
character, a mechanic and farmer, his wife Catherine Myers was a 
lady possessing a high order of intellect, and they raised a family who 
were an honor to their memory. 

John Grove Myers had much natural talent for mechanics, music^ 
and poetry, was a fine vocalist, taught vocal music in his early man 
hood, and was a man of much intellectual ability, industrious, temper 
ate, honest and affable. He wrote many poems, which were printed in" 
ballad form, nearly all of which have been lost, the few which the 
author has been able to collect were mostly in manuscript, among his 
old papers (he having passed to spirit life in 1869) and they will 
appear in this volume. 

Mary Lindley-Myers the mother of John F. Myers, was born in 
Christian county, Kentucky, in the year 1800, was a woman of many 
lovable traits and a shrewd, philosophical, business woman, giving her 
husband timely and inestimable aid in keeping the ship of finance 
afloat, and in stamping a character for morality and business on her 
family. Her father, John Lindley, Sr., was of English descent and 



BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH 13 

a man of sterling worth and character, born in Kentucky and a pio- 
neer of McLean county, IlHnois. Her mother, EKzabeth Gray-Lindley, 
was a lady of high born Scotch Irish ancestry, possessing a high order 
of intellect and a lovable woman of many good traits of character. 

Sarah C. Birdsell-Myers, first wife of John F. Myers, was born 
at the beautiful residence of her parents, William and Lovina Pas- 
waters-Birdsell, on the west side of Randolph's Grove, McLean county, 
Illinois, April 23 A. D. 1842, being the youngest child of the family. 
She grew up in ease and comfort, enjoying the beautiful scenery 
around the home, of grove, meadows, orchards and pastures, where 
the quails, squirrels and beautiful songsters of the grove were her 
frequent companions as she took great delight in out door recreation. 
That beautiful life with nature nursed into active life her natural love 
for the beautiful and developed her fine artistic powers as a sketcher 
and painter, enabling her to paint birds, animals, trees, flowers and 
portraits of persons (with accuracy surprising to old artists) without 
teacher, design or theorems, and her own home was decorated in the 
main by her own beautiful paintings. She often referred with pleas- 
ure to her school days at the beautiful grove where she spent many 
happy days and formed many warm friendships never to be forgotten, 
and dwelt with reverential love upon the beauties of her childhood 
home. Though raised in ease and comfort and married very young, 
she entered into her wifely duties with an interest and ability far be- 
yond her years, and has done well her part to keep the domestic ship 
of finance afloat. She passed to spirit life August 21, 1906, leaving 
many sorrowing friends. 

Minnie Lee Barrett-Myers, second wife of the author, was born 
near Leesburg, Ohio, April 11th, 1880. Youngest daughter of Eli 
and Martha E. (Wirght) Barrett, she was married to the author Feb- 
ruary 23rd, A. D. 1909. She was born and spent her whole life on 
a farm until married to the author. Being of a very intellectual, 
musical, artistic and studious mind, with a desire for outdoor recrea- 
tion, the association with nature, around her beautiful home, among 
the lovely trees, flowers and feathered songsters, nursed into active 
expression her natural talents, and she has produced many specimens 
of art, that would defy the skill of many popular artists. And with 
her natural talent for music, she has acquired a wonderful skill on 
I piano and guitar, and a most discriminating ear for sounds and chords 
in harmony and plays a charming accompaniment for the violin, on 
piano or guitar, while the author plays the violin, and entertains her 
friends with instrumental selections with wonderful skill. 



POEMS 



PIONEERS AND EARLY DAYS 
IN ILLINOIS 

The scenes of my childhood, how 
often they haunt me, 
With visions of beauty, from na- 
ture's grand store. 
The beautiful prairies, O how they 
enchant me, 
The groves in the primeval beauty 
of yore; 
The creek in the valley, where grew 
the wild roses, 
The spring, where the cattle oft 
gathered to drink. 
The lawn, where we gathered the 
sweet smelling posies. 
That grew near the brooklet, along 
on its brink. 

The dear old home cottage, where 
sisters and brothers, 
Made music and song with a rap- 
turous glee, 
The beautiful grove, where I met 
with another. 
Whose radiant smile, still brings 
pleasure to me. 
In summer and autumn, those beauti- 
ful prairies 
Were decked with wild flowers, a 
beautiful chart; 
'T was charming, an ideal home for 
the fairies. 
A scene that is still very dear to 
my heart. 

Wild fruits, then were plenty, the 
grapes, Q how charming. 
And strawberries too, O how lus- 
cious and sweet; 
The plums, how they rattled when 
shook, 'twas alarming 
To see them come tumbling down 
thick at our feet; 



The creeks were not bridged, thfi 
roads were not graded 
And sloughs were not ditched bu 
with tall grass grown o'er; 
The grass with its sod, bore us uj 
while we waded 
With slow splashing steps, till wfl 
landed on shore. 



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The first whites who came to thi;jr 
lovely location. 
Were Hendrix and Dawson, th«f 
year twenty-two, 
They opened up farms, that was thei 
vocation. 

Their motto, be honest in all tha 
you do. 
The Orendorfs came next, and theiiiJT 
homes soon were chosen, 
East side of the grove, where they 
lived in content, 
With Indians for neighbors, some 
times by the dozen, 
They sowed seeds of kindness 
where ever they went. 

In '24 came William Hodge, a schoo 
teacher. 
With Goodheart and Walker, thej 
each took a claim, ' 

And Ebenezer Rhodes, pioneer Bap 
tist preacher. 
Who built up a church here soor 
after he came. ' 

At home of John Hendrix, first Meth 
odist sermon. 
By Rev. Stringfield, to a dozen oi 
more. 
They had a good meeting, and ther< 
did determine, 
And formed a small class, in the 
year twenty-four. 



The first couple married, succumbec 
to love's passion. 
Was Thomas Orendorf, and Mis 
Walker they say. 



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POEMS 



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"hey set the example, it soon was 
the fashion, 
And thousands did Hkewise, since 
that early day; 
*ev. See and James Latta were pio- 
neer preachers, 
Who came to the grove, and were 
then in their prime, 
n that early day, they were very 
good teachers, 
And gave to the people, a share of 
their time. 

I'he first white male child, in this 

beautiful county, 
Was John Lewis Orendorf, the year 

twenty-five, 
think he should have a magnificent 

bounty, 
He lives near the grove yet, and 

still is alive, 
he name of the grove was proposed 

by his mother, 
Whose judgment and taste were 

considered quite fine, 
'he name was so pleasing, they 

would have no other, 
'Twas called Blooming Grove, all 

along on the line. 

^long in the twenties, the Indians 
infested 
This beautiful country, Ma-chee-na 
was chief, 
5Ut after the whites were with power 
invested, 
They made little trouble, which 
was a relief, 
rhey lived here in ease though they 
sometimes were grumbling, 
With sinister threats, made to scare 
us away, 
Ve met them with firmness, so many 
whites coming, 
They yielded at last and the white 
man did stay. 

The people built houses of logs for 

a starter, 
' Made clap-boards for shingles, to 

cover them o'er, 
The cracks chinked with clay, mixed 

with straw for a mortar, 
And logs split in puncheons, were 

laid for a floor; 



This country a paradise then, for the 
hunter, 
For deer, grouse and turkey, then 
roamed o'er the hills. 
The pioneer's larder, was filled in the 
winter, 
With savory meat, from the game 
that he killed. 

The deer were so plenty, were often 
together, 
And often when hunting we found 
them in droves, 
They often in winter and stormy bad 
weather, 
For refuge and comfort, would hie 
to the groves. 
When snow fell quite deep and lay 
most of the winter, 
They came to the farms, and the 
fields were their beat. 
Where often they fell easy prey to 
the hunter. 
While ranging the fields to get 
something to eat. 

The wolves were so plenty, we oft 
heard them howling. 
For thieving and cunning, they car- 
ried the palm. 
They traveled at night, and did most 
of their prowling 
For chickens or turkeys, a pig or 
a lamb. 
We caught them with steel traps and 
often we shot them, 
And chased them with dogs that 
were good on the run, 
We frequently went out on horse- 
back and caught them, 
A wolf chase with dogs made us 
plenty of fun. 

The bull snake and black snake, quite 
many did shy them, 
The garter and milk snake were 
nothing to dread, 
The rattler and copperhead, all did 
decry them. 
Though on harmless kinds, we had 
no fear to tread. 
The snake we most feared, on his 
tail had a rattle. 
His poisonous venom, we soon 
learned to fear, 



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POEMS 



When he was approached, he was apt 
to give battle, 
And rattle his warning for us to 
steer clear. 

The people were few, now and then 
a plantation. 
No houses except near the groves 
did appear. 
The farms were not large, that were 
in cultivation, 
'Twas only in stock, that we money 
could clear; 
They had neither hedges, nor wire, 
nor lumber. 
To fence in the crops and protect 
them from harm. 
The men with their muscle, went into 
the timber, 
Like Lincoln, split rails and then 
fenced in the farm. 

The prairies were in their primeval 
condition. 
The few farms were fenced, and the 
stock ran at large, 
Which gave the stock man a finan- 
cial addition; 
But now high priced lands make 
the stock a great charge. 
At that time our stock as to grade 
were inferior 
Compared with our stock now in 
their improved state, 
And those we now have, are by far 
their superior. 
In breeding and form and excel 
them in weight. 

The hog was quite ancient, his back 
like a razor. 
His nose was so sharp he could 
drink from a jug, 
The cattle were fair, and a very good 
grazer, 
A few fine small horses, but most 
of them plug. 
Too light for hard drafts, heavy roads, 
and hard wheeling 
But some were as fleet as the earth 
ever trod. 
The ox was more patient, less nerv- 
ous, less feeling, 
And used on the prairies to break 
up the sod. 



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The prairies were many times dotted I 
with cattle, 
That grazed o'er the hills, near the 
farms in content. 
And fortunes were made, then, by, 
raising this chattel. 
For Uncle Sam's grass did not costi 
them a cent; 
Ah well I remember! those beautiful: 
cattle, ; 

In summer their new coats were 
glossy and sleek. 
The males often met, and then had 
a fierce battle, ' 

When coming to drink, at the sweet 
Sugar creek. 

The plow in those days, was quite,; 
crude in construction. 
The bar and shear iron, the balance 
was wood. 
It rooted the ground, slightly aiding: 
production. 
The land being new, brought a croi 
that was good; 
The scythe and the cradle, for mow- 
ing and reaping. 
They used, and with hands, put the j 
grain into bale; ' 

Then shocked it, and stacked it, to 
better the keeping; , 

And tramped out with horsfs, oi 
thrashed with a flail. 

Then clothing was high, it was hard 
to procure it. 
Though fine wool and flax, were 
produced in the land, 
The matrons and maidens, 't was hard 
to endure it. • 

Made both cloth and cloi hing, witb^J 
dear willing hands. 
We then had no coal, neither gas nor 
cheap coal oil, 
To light up our houses, as now 
cheap and good, 
We lit them with candles, and lamps 
filled with lard oil. 
And heated with fuel, split out of 
the wood. 

In those days the cook stove, was not 
yet invented. 
The large open chimney, considered 
the thing; 



POEMS 



17 



'ots, skillet and oven, the cook was 
contented, 
And served up her meals, good 
enough for a king; 
The pots hung on pot racks, for boil- 
ing and stewing. 
The oven was made with short legs 
and a lid, 
Vas heated with coals, and kept hot 
by renewing. 
Both bottom and top, and it baked 
splendid bread. 

\. buggy or carriage, the fact is we 
had none. 
And folks went on horse back, or 
walked to the church, 
)ide saddles for ladies, that is if they 
had one. 
If not, rode behind, or were left 
^ in the lurch. 

n those early days, it was hard to 

get money, 
The price of home products, was 
I wonderful flat, 

V horse twenty dollars, or five for 
a pony, 
Corn ten cents per bushel, and slow 
sale at that. 

rhose having the maple tree, made 

their own sugar. 
The sap would run freelj^ in spring 

for a while, 
ro get it, we bored in the tree with 

an auger, 
Say four inches deep, and then put 

in a spile; 
Ve caught it in troughs, and then 

boiled to a syrup, 
^'hen strained it, and boiled again o'er 

a slow fire; 
"o keep it from burning, we oft did it 

stir up. 
And made as nice sugar, as one 

could desire. 

^ country church building, we had 
none what ever, 

I The people were few, and the times 
were so close, 

rhose who were inclined to a pious 
endeavor. 
Held a service at home, or a coun- 
try school house; 



When mict, some good brother would 
act as their teacher, 
And lead in the service, to sing 
and to pray. 
They had a good time, if a pioneer 
preacher. 
When out on a circuit, would come 
round their way. 

In those days, the people were kind 
to each other. 
Extended their kindness, to all 
whom they found. 
They gave the newcomer the hand 
of a brother. 
And welcomed the stranger, when- 
e'er he came round; 
No charges for lodging, nor meals, 
not a shilling. 
The greeting was cordial, when one 
came about. 
Unless they had proved him a con- 
summate villain, 
Their hearth stone was free and 
their latch string hung out. 

The harrow we used then, was shaped 
like an A, sir, 
'Twas made from a tree, that was 
forked and good, 
Not much like the steel ones, so com- 
mon today, sir, 
We made it at home, it was all 
made of wood. 
The old schooner wagon, was then 
all the go, sir, 
'Twas drawn bj^ four horses, we 
thought it was fine; 
When loaded and started, it made 
quite a show, sir. 
The man rode the wheel horse, and 
drove with one line. 

The year twenty-three, the first school 
in the county. 
Was taught by Miss Mullen, the 
scholars were few. 
The room was provided by John Daw- 
son's bounty, 
Tuition was paid by the scholar 
when due; 
The year twenty-five the first school 
house erected. 
Stood near William Walker's, south 
side of the grove, 



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POEMS 



For three miles around, all the stu- 
dents collected, 
At that dear old school, which they 
soon learned to love. 

The school house was then built of 
logs and one story, 
The seats were split benches, with 
only four legs, 
Yet we went to school, and were right 
in our glory, 
Hats, bonnets and baskets we hung 
upon pegs; 
The country school, then, taught us 
reading and spelling. 
With writing, arithmetic, geography 
too, 
And grammar to those who desired 
excelling, 
But of higher branches, 'twas little 
they knew. 

A pioneer school house, stood near 
Hinshaw's pasture, 
Where Oliver March taught an ex- 
cellent school, 
And well I remember, as if it was last 
year. 
How often he punished the boys 
with his rule; 
The rules in the schools, in those 
days, were quite rigid, 
To whisper or laugh, was consid- 
ered a crime. 
The teacher would give them a look 
sharp and frigid. 
With rule or with switch, he would 
bring them to time. 

We had neither steam mills, nor mills 
run by water. 
And good mills for grinding, were 
far, far away; 
The grain was prepared, and put in 
a mortar, 
And pounded, 'twas tedious, but 
common that day. 
In thirty, I. Baker a mill built for 
grinding, 
It ground very slowly, but made 
Us good meal. 
The wheel a flat circle, kept constant- 
ly winding. 
By weight of the horses, by tread- 
ing the wheel. 



The next mill was built, by Sam Lan-j 
der for water, I 

Which proved so uncertain, it failed! 
him to pay, 
'Twas changed to a tread mill, which 
paid him much better, * 

And always was ready, in that earlyi 
day; ..i 

In spring of the year, and oft times 
late in autumn, 
The great prairie fires, like demons 
would bound, 
And farms unprotected, it frequently 
caught them, 
And hay, grain and fences, werej 
burned to the ground. 

The year twenty-seven, the first roadi 
was laid out. 
From head of the Salt Creek, to 
Mackinaw Town, 
It got little work, little money wa.=j 
paid out, ' 

And in rainy weather the wheels 
cut right down; 
First road supervisor was Joseph B.I 
Harbord, 
He had jurisdiction for many milesl 
round. 
They had no road scrapers, with shov- 
els they labored. 
A bridge or a levee could scarcel}^. 
be found. 



The first justice chosen, to act in 
that line, sir. 
Was William Orendorf, he was onel 
of the best, 
He joined many couples, in that he 
was fine, sir, 
He filled many places of honor and' 
trust; 
And Thomas Orendorf was made first 
assessor. 
The treasurer also, and coroner too, 
For he in that day, was an honest 
possessor. 
Of many -good traits, for a country 
so new. 



The pioneer grand jury, just half a 
dozen. 
Was Peter McCullough, Johnj 
Rhodes and Lee Hurst, 



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19 



i.nd Orendorf, Walker and Gilston, 
were chosen, 
For those men were thought to be 
good as the best, 
"hey made William Hodge, the first 
pioneer sheriff, 
And also he taught them, a pioneer 
school, 
lis official power, extended afar off, 
But little to do, in that line as a 
rule. 

. W. Fell was first licensed attorney, 

, A. Gridley soon followed, the law 

' to expound, 

rhey came from the east, then a long 
tedious journey, 
In Bloomington's interest, they al- 
ways were found. 

n thirty, McLean was set running 
to order, 
The board of election, was Hen- 

> drix and Cox, 

A'^ith Benson, good men as they had 
on the border, 
And men who would work for a 
pure ballot box. 

rhe father of Bloomington, and her 
projector. 
Was Honorable James Allin; soon 
falling in line 
Were Gridley and Covel, both loyal 
protectors; 
McCIun and Judge Davis, did work 
that was fine, 
rhe first store in Bloomington, Al- 
lin erected. 
In eighteen and thirty he there took 
a stand, 
Phis beautiful place, for a town he 
' selected. 

The most favored spot, he had seen 
in the land. 

[n '30 this beautiful country was 
booming. 
About 50 families, lined round the 
grove. 

In '31 Bloomington started its loom- 
ing. 
And slowly, but surely, is still on 
the move; 

The pioneer doctors were Wheeler 
and Baker, 



With Haines and Uoc Anderson; all 

came to stay, 
The ague was common, a terrible 

shaker. 
And hard to get rid of in that early 

day. 

In '30, the Lindleys, and Harbords 
were dwellers. 
On farms near the grove; also 
Benny DePew; 
And Lucas, and Benson — they all 
were good fellows — 
And Hinshaw and Walker — also 
Nathan Low; 
The Bakers, the Prices, James Latta 
and others. 
The Rhodes and Canidas — Coxes 
as well; 
The Masons and Withers — they all 
were like brothers — 
And others quite worthy, too tedi- 
ous to tell. 



In '32 Indian Chief Black Hawk col- 
lected 
His warriors, for battle, our pro- 
gress to end. 
The whites organized, and their lead- 
ers selected, 
And marched to the front, their dear 
homes to defend. 
They made Covel captain, and Grid- 
ley lieutenant. 
The second lieutenancy, Baldwin 
received; 
Their service was short, as the war 
soon was ended, 
The Indians went west and the 
whites were relieved. 

In '24 came Isaac Funk and his broth- 
ers, 
The Rhodes, the Stubblefields. Rut- 
ledges, too, 
By dealing in stock they surpassed 
many others. 
Investing in lands, while the coun- 
try was new; 
In the year '25 came the Cheneys 
and Dimmitt, 
The Dickersons, Mitchell, and old 
Father Hand, 



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POEMS 



Also Jesse Stubblefield, there was no 
limit, 
For all who came then, could get 
plenty of land. 

The year '26, came the Guthries and 
Trimmer, 
And William McCullough, also 
David Cox; 
J. Spawr and Vansickle, were '26 
comers, 
In those early days, all had many 
hard knocks; 
The year '27, came Thomas McClure, 
Also Dr. Baker, and Stephen Webb, 
And Buckles, they all came good 
homes to secure. 
And Jonathan Hodge, also came 
Matthew Robb. 

In '28, came William Lindley, and 
Haner, 
James Rayburn, the Barnards, the 
Henlines came too, 
Ben Patton, Hieronymus, were all the 
gainer, 
They located farms and found 
plenty to do; 
James Allin, James VanScoyc, also 
Levi Danley, 
Lee Downs, Nathan Low, came the 
year '29, 
The Crumbaughs came also, and all 
got farms handily. 
And Moots and John Thompson, 
both fell into line. 

In '30, came Presley Brooks, and Wil- 
liam Beeler, 
And some of the Crumbaughs, and 
honest John Moore, 
D. Simmons, Eph Myers, and Ben- 
jamin Wheeler, 
John Smith, as good men as had 
come here before; 
Also Peter Hefner, Will Riggs, Silas 
Waters, 
With Jonathan Maxon, and Mat 
Coverdale, 
Also Patrick Hopkins and Purnell 
Passwaters, 
Jake Bishop and Birdsell, men who 
did prevail. 



The year '31, came Dave Noble and; 
brothers, ! 

A. Gridley, Green Larrison, Ike' 
Turnipseed, 
The Stewarts, James Bishop, the, 
Houghams and others, 
Abe Carlock and Washburn, all: 
good men indeed; 
The year '32, came Crog Dawson 
and brothers, 
John Ogden, McAlfertys, Dimic as 
well, 
John Bishop, James Harbord, Stans- 
berry and others, ^ 

And Wilcox, and Weaver, all come 
here to dwell. 

The year '33, came the Prices and 
Warlow, ' 

John Lindley, Sam Ogden, Mat 
Young, Lewis Bunn, 
A. Withers, H. Noble, and Hiram 
Buck also. 
While plenty of game, every man 
kept a gun. 
And came William Bishop, M. Bat- 
terton also. 
And Jonathan Ogden, also Lewis 
Case, 
Also Harvey Bishop, Elias H. Hall, 
sir. 
And after wild game they had many ' 
a chase. 



The year '34, came James Adams, and ) 
others. 
Also Shelton, Smith, A. P. Craig, 
Walter Karr, 
And Sylvester Peasley, and all the 
Rust brothers, 
Also F. R. Cowden, this good land 
to share; 
And many who came, in those days, 
in their boyhood. 
Still working at home, of their 
own not a cent. 
They learned to be frugal and honest 
in manhood, 
And now they have plenty of good 
land to rent. 

The year '35, came the Majors and 
Lander. 
James Miller, John Enlow, also 
Thomas Fell, 



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.nd Judge David Davis, the people's 

defender, 
John Myers, the fifer, and poet as 

well; 
Jso came the Wileys, and William 

H. Temple, 
The Karrs, Campbell Wakefield 

and Jimmy Depew, 
lilton Smith, John Magoun, who 
were noble examples, 
Henry Welch, Matthew Hawks, all 
were men, tried and true. 

n '36, came William Thomas and 

Lewis, 
Also Wesley Bishop and Jonathan 
Coon, 
md W. T. Flagg, Thomas Gilmore 
and Burtis, 
To all was this country a glorious 
boon, 
^nd came. Joseph Horr, also Isaac 
Stansberry, 
John Longworth. came also, and 
Kersey H. Fell, 
"here was yet vacant land, they for 
homes had no worry, 
John Cusey came also, and Richard 
Rowell. 

rhe year '37, came John W. Billings, 
', And Dr. C. Wakefield, and Joshua 

Fell, 
\.nd Abraham Brokaw, who came 

with few shillings. 
And Jonathan Glimpse, and Eleazer 

Munsell, 
\nd John E. McClun, also Isaac L. 

Coon, sir. 
And A. W. Scrogin, also William 
' Crose, 

rhis beautiful land was to all a great 

boon, sir. 
Though money was scarce, and the 

times very close. 

Our patriotism, was kindled each 
summer, 
» The law, called all able militia for 

drill, 
fohn Myers was fifer, John Rochold 
was drummer, 
H. Miller, the captain's position did 
fill. 



Each autumn, they met for a bar- 
becue dinner, 
From all o'er the county, in brilliant 
array, 
And marched to the music, 'twas al- 
ways a winner, 
When Gridley or Covell, was chief 
of the day. 

In summer we used to go bathing and 
swimming. 
Along the green banks, of the old 
Kickapoo, 
The trees clothed with green, and 
the birds sweetly singing. 
Had charms that no one but a coun- 
try boy knew. 
The deep shaded pools, and the shal- 
lows of gravel, 
Had exquisite charms, that to na- 
ture is true. 
I've seen many streams, in the course 
of my travel, 
But none had the charms of the 
old Kickapoo. 

Then Pekin, Peoria, and far off Chi- 
cago, 
Were our best markets, for grain, 
beef and pork. 
No railroads, 'twas wagons, that car- 
ried the cargo, 
The fat stock were driven, 'twas 
slow tedious work; 
When all was disposed of, and money 
collected. 
The teams fed and rested, and 
ready to come, 
We bought the few extras, that we 
had expected, 
And loaded with goods, for the mer- 
chants at home. 

Dear Bloomington, then, was a vil- 
lage, a small one, 
The houses were mostly but one 
story high. 
The streets were not graded, and 
sometimes would stall one. 
When coming to market to get a 
supply; 
No mail cars, no telegraph, telephone 
either. 
The mails were conveyed on a 
horse or a stage, 



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A message must wait, either good or 
bad weather, 
To pass o'er mud roads, in that pio- 
neer age. 

'Tis needless to tell what we now are 
achieving, 
In every conceivable line of today, 
Just look all around you, to see is 
believing, 
The eye can behold, more than pen 
can portray; 
Our wonderful progress, today, O 
behold it. 
The genius of man, we descry on 
each hand, 
No prophet, no sage, could have 
dreamed or foretold it. 
The picture of progress that covers 
this land. 

O beautiful country! Thy charms so 
alluring, 
Have Wooed to thy bosom, all 
men to be free, 
O beautiful city, thy fame is endur- 
ing, 
For culture and progress, thy motto 
shall be; 
Yes beautiful Bloomington, gem of 
the period, 
Home of the cultured, the good and 
the brave, 
With fine schools to educate, parks 
for the wearied, 
May God add His blessing, thy 
people to save. 



SIXTY YEARS AGO 

January A. D. 1906. 
In viewing memory's pages o'er, to 
where they first begun. 
The incidents of childhood days, 
are bright as noon day sun, 
The cabin home in Blooming grove, 
the first I seem to know, 
My father built in '35, seventy 
years ago, 
Soon after that he bought the land, 
the County Farm 'tis now, 
Improving it from time to time, 
with honest sweat of brow. 
The house was built while at the 
door wild prairie grass did 
grow, 



We moved there from the cabin| 
home, sixty-eight years ago. 

There were nine children, four were! 

girls and five were ruddy boys, 

And we were then a jolly set, for] 

music, fun and noise. 

The work, it first had to be done if 

weather fair and bright, 

The music, mirth and pleasure 

came, when raining and at 

night. 

In those primeval days of yore, wel 

walked three miles to school, 4> 

The teachers' eyes and ears were; 

sharp, and iron clad the rules. 

And if our studies fell behind, did noti 

the lessons know 

They made us study recess hours,, 

just sixty years ago. 

Those early days the law compelled' 

militia men to drill, 

Fife major's place, when on thej 

march, my father had to fill. 

At seven years, I learned to play. 

quite well upon the fife. 

My brother Will he did the same,, 

of music we were rife. 

At eight years old, I used to play for^ 

military drill. 

At ten years old, my father's placet] 

I sometimes had to fill. 

At twelve years, on the violin I wasj 

not very slow, 

I often played in public then, ju3t| 

sixty years ago. "^ 

Our marbles then we made at home, 
with which we used to play. 
We rolled them out perfectly round, 
from subsoil prairie clay; 
We roasted them within the fire till 
hard as any rock; 
They proved to be the very thing 
to stand a heavy knock. 
In spring we tapped the sugar trees, 
their water pure and sweet. 
We put into the kettles clean, to 
syrup boiled complete, 
'Twas then all emptied into one and 
boiled down very low. 
And moulded into sugar cakes, just 
sixty years ago. 



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Lnd, O, the splendid tea we made to 
drink, it was a treat, 
'Twas made from roots of sassafras 
and sugar water sweet, 
^nd if we longed for taffy, we would 
save some syrup for night, 
The girls and boys would boil it 
down, and pull by candle light; 
Vnd when it ceased to freeze at night 
the sugar water stopped, 
Then work upon the farm com- 
menced, the putting in the crop. 
Vith ten-inch wooden mould board 
plows the work went very slow. 
The same plow used for cultivat- 
ing, sixty years ago. 



When frost had nipped the pumpkin 
vines, we pumpkins gathered in, 
Potatoes dug and stored away, crab 
apples in the bin, 
The prairie hay we cut with scythes, 
for stock from off the range. 
The work was then preparing for 
the winter's bitter change. 
The new corn mush, with milk, was 
great, at night we used to take. 
And luscious corn meal dodgers, 
that my mother used to bake, 
And fresh pork sausage made at 
home, such living was not slow. 
With pumpkin pies to finish up, 
just sixty years ago. 



^nd when preparing for the crop 
and cleaning up the land. 
We cut the corn stocks down with 
hoes and picked them up by 
hand; 
Vnd if for corn we plowed the 
ground, then cross marks made 
for rows. 
One ran the plow, one dropped the 
corn, two covered it with hoes. 
n harvest one man cut a swath, with 
', cradle swung by hand, 

One raked it into bundles and an- 
other tied the bands, 
fVhen dry enough we stacked it near 
, the threshing floor, you know, 

Then boys on horseback tramped it 
out, just sixty years ago. 

rhen Blooming Grove was in her 
prime, wild fruits and nuts tc. 
spare. 
Summer and autumn's balmy days 
brought us a liberal share, 
f'he walnuts and the butternuts and 
hazel nuts were prime, 
The berries, plums and hickory 
nuts and grapes came in their 
time, 
\.nd pawpaws, my! I taste them yet, 
it was a splendid treat, 
When frost had fairly mellowed 
( them and made them good and 

sweet, 
ro shake the trees, and stand abate, 
while they came tumbling low. 
O. how we loved those fruits and 
nuts of sixty years ago! 



In winter some would snap their corn 
and pile it in the shuck. 
And he who had the biggest pile, 
he thought himself in luck. 
At night his neighbors gathered in, 
the jokes and fun were loud. 
They chose two captains for the 
job, each chose one-half the 
crowd, 
And then the work went merrily, 
they husked with all their 
might ; 
The corn was husked and in the 
crib by ten o'clock at night. 
Then smoking hot, a lunch was 
served, and all rejoiced to 
know, 
The muhic for the dance was there, 
just sixty years ago. 

The people were quite happy then, 
were equal and content. 
The right hand of a brother, you 
received where-e'er you went. 
The farmers were a brotherhood, 
whose interests were allied. 
The village, cursed with very few, 
who all the laws defied. 
Now, fashion is the people's God, 
they try to live too fast. 
The poor will imitate the rich, their 
money does not last. 
Good people, you should never try 
to make such customs go, 
Far better practice frugal traits of 
sixty years ago. 



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BLOOMINGTON, THE .EVER- 
GREEN CITY 

To be sung to the tune of Tramp, 
Tramp the Boys are Marching. Re- 
peat the air proper before singing the 
chorus. 

This great agricultural state, rating 
near the top of late, 
Now has many splendid cities on 
her plain. 
But a very few that rate, in a general 
estimate. 
With the lovely county seat of old 
McLean, 
This young city always seen, sitting 
lovely, calm, serene, 
With her many lovely mansions 
mounted high. 
Is a glorious summer scene, with her 
many trees so green. 
And her splendid towers pointing 
to the sky. 

Chorus : 
Tramp, Tramp, thousands will be 
coming. 
Here to settle while there's room. 
In this lovely city wide, they can 
settle side by side, 
And be happy in their pleasant city 
home. 

Here she sits in regal state, she is 
on a boom of late. 
And for her there is in store a 
glorious name; 
Her resources now are great, no 
place better in the state; 
She's destined to climb to glorious 
heights of fame. 
This grand city of the plain, watch- 
ing every chance for gain. 
Has twelve railroad avenues already 
made; 
To increase commercial gain, she soon 
others will obtain. 
And enhance her splendid revenues 
and trade. 

With her grand electric lines she 
has made a loop combine. 
With her lovely daughter Normal, 
evermore; 



And her interurban lines, penetrating 

her confines; 

Now her many lines are passing 

many doors. • 

She has coal a boundless yield, in 

her bosom yet concealed, 

Which will bring enormous tradd; 

and cash as well. 

It is now a fact revealed, she's a 

glorious mining field, 

That will fast her wealth and pop-' 

ulation swell. 

All around her farms are nice, andi 

they bring a gilt edge price; * 

You no better in the country can 

obtain. 

She's a farmer's paradise, stay with; 

her is my advice; V' 

Here to educate your children and 

remain. 

She has rural mail of late, and thej 

bring it to your gate. 

And a telephone system far and 

wide. 

You can write or stand and prate t^ 

all cities in the state 

While you quietly at home with 

friends abide. 



Here in central Illinois she has agri-i 
cultural joys. 
In her lands, and man}' avenue? 
for gain; 
And I frankly tell you boys, there'?' 
no place in Illinois 
For a home, I'd rather settle and 
remain. >-' 

Bloomington can, if you please, grind 
or store your grain with easel 
Or will buy and ship it to the marts 
of trade; 

And her merchants can supply any- 
thing you wish to buy, 
From a needle to the biggest thin 
that's made. 



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She, with many mills combined with: 

her shipping plants so fine, 

And her canning plants, all proi 

ducts can consume; 

With a home demand benign, here 

the chance is superfine. 

For an extra price for products 

right at home. 



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Shops and factories immense she has 

built at great expense, 
. " And they manufacture many lines 

that pay; 
They're the laboring man's defense, 

for the wages are immense. 
I They distribute through the city 

day by day. 

She has grand electric lights for your 

streets and house of nights, 
Making many streets and houses 

bright as day; 
If you wish to work at night, making 

everything so bright. 
If you travel, lights and guards you 

on the way. 
And her sewer system grand has not 

yet come to a stand. 
But is growing to perfection year 

by year; 
Twill continue to expand until all 

the city land 
'■ In its splendid healthful benefits 

will share. 

With great pumps she water takes 
from subterranean lakes. 
It is healthful, pure and better far 
than gold; 

If your health inclines to break, then 
her healthful water take, 

To prevent your prematurely grow- 
ing old. 
From a tower grand, complete, up 
in air two hundred feet. 

It is forced through many mains the 
city o'er; 

j She will pipe through any street, 
if it your approval meet. 

Also pipe it in your house or to your 
door. 

She has many streets that's paved, 

some as smooth as faces 

shaved, 
With asphaltum, brick and stone 

superbly fine; 
Everyone would like to pave, it will 

health and money save, 
,. And the people now are falling 

into line. 
Every person wishing work, who 

their duty will not shirk. 
Can get steady work and wages 

every day; 



But the one who always shirks, also 
some dishonest clerks, 
Sometimes have to look for places 
far away. 

Any man, who has a care, with his 
family to share 
All the proceeds of his labor day 
by day; 
Can for all have decent fare, have 
enough to eat and wear. 
If he neither drinks or gambles on 
the way. 
Men who drink and loaf around, oft 
in gambling hells are found. 
Are as lice upon the city where 
they thrive; 
For a living they are bound, like a 
hunter's hungry hound. 
They're the drones who steal the 
honey in the hive. 

She has stores of many kinds, better 
stores are hard to find. 
And their prices lay Chicago in the 
shade; 
If to doubt it you're inclined, go and 
disabuse your mind. 
For both cities buy the goods right 
where they're made, 
And the merchants selling here have 
much less expense to bear, 
For their rents are not one-fourth 
Chicago rate; 
And their living is less dear, pay the 
clerks no more than there, 
They can sell as low as any in the 
state. 

Her court house is superfine, stand- 
ing stately, grand, sublime, 
A fit palace for a president or king; 
Built upon the fireproof line to defy 
the hand of time 
And for usefulness and beauty just 
the thing. 
She has many mansions fine, many 
business blocks combine. 
Ten, eleven stories looming to the 
sky; 
Many others now incline, to be falling 
into line. 
And will build up many mansions 
by and by. 



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Education is her rule, and she has 
excellent schools, 
She will educate all students who 
will come; 
Here no child need be a fool, if sa- 
gacious as a mule, 
They can get an education right 
at home. 
She has universities, just as good 
ones, if you please. 
As are any in the wide world to 
be found; 
Yet through false pride some are 
pleased, of their money to be 
squeezed. 
And to send the child to Europe 
they are bound. 



If to churches you incline here the 
chance is superfine, 
To attend most any kind on Sab- 
bath day; 
If you wish for strength divine, you 
can fall right into line. 
But you'll have to live uprightly on 
the way. 
She has ministers divine of most 
every creed and kind. 
And they all seem to be working 
for the Lord; 
And their sermons all incline to be 
on the Bible line. 
But they differ on the meaning of 
the word. 



Yet there really seems to be one 
thing on which they agree 
You must live the golden rule in 
thought and deed, 
If done consciously, it will set your 
spirit free; 
A pure life of love will save you — 
not your creed. 
She has doctors many kinds, and they 
cure on many lines; 
Some the chronic, others all disease 
defy; 
Some will heal with pills benign, oth- 
ers heal through faith divine; 
If your faith is good you never 
need to die. 



Her hotels are really grand, and they 
are in big demand. 
For the travelers and visitors of 
late, 
When they in this rity land, think 
their ideas do expand 
As to where the best hotels are ini 
the state. 

To maintain the public peace, she has 
many brave police. 
If to keep the law and order yo 
should fail, 
Her sworn guardians of the peac 
soon your pocket book wil 
fleece, * 

Or will board you at our splendi<i 
county jail. J 

She has lawyers not divine althougiv 

many are benign. 

Wise and eloquent — of excellent re-^ 

port; 

If to law suits you incline — peace iA 
much the cheapest line — 
Go and hire them to keep you ou 
of court. 
She has free delivery, and your maili 
comes twice a day; 
'Tis no matter where you live, ii 
rich or poor. 
You can write at home and stay, the> 
will take your mail away, 
And bring all your mail that's com-i 
ing to your door. 

She has seven solid banks, to avoid 
thieves and cranks 
You can there deposit all the casi' 
you own. 
For its care they ask no thanks-i 
always ready at the banks I 
When you want it to invest or mak* 
a loan. ^■ 

They have millions of their own r 
you wish to get a loan 4 

They will make you terms ths , 
are extremely low; 
If you're favorably known or goo, 
property you own; ! 

You can do no better anywhere yoi 
go. 

She has many men of late who are 
selling real estate 
And will thousands on your real 
estate advance. 



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Or, if you anticipate buying in an- 
other state, 
They have splendid bargains wait- 
ing for a chance. 

As a place for residence she is now 
par excellence. 
Her good people social, courteous 

k_ and plain; 

\t is said in her defense she entails 

Lf as light expense 

^ As the cheapest town in Illinois 
domain. 



Her newspapers stand the test — 
' there's no better in the west — • 

And they circulate the country far 
^ and wide. 

And it is at their behest Blooming- 
l' ton is now abreast 

Of the cities in our great comnier- 
[1 cial tide. 

[And she has good people here who 
n» to many hearts are dear, 

j Who divide with sick and worthy 
j\ helpless poor. 

he disinterested care that the char- 
itable bear 
Will bring them a rich reward at 



k 



heaven's door. 



'She has music grand and sweet — • 
r many instruments complete — 

■ J Many teachers known to honor and 
''^ to fame; 

, We think it a real treat when an aud- 
ience they greet 
And we always wish another of the 
% same. 

She has youths whose skill is fine and 
f>\ whose talents are divine 

SJ Who will for themselves achieve 
A- a glorious name, 

For their music now is prime — very 
\»L soon will be sublime — 

)/' And they proudly will ascend the 
I mount of fame. 



3he has gorgeous pleasure stands if 
it's pleasure you demand 
And your happiness such pleasure 
so require. 
At the Coliseum land, or go over 
to the Grand, 
You can there see anything that 
you desire, 



And her park has charms divine with 
a lake that's superfine. 
Many animals and birds within the 
zoo. 
When you wish for thoughts sublime 
and can spare a little time. 
Then repair to Miller Park, it waits 
for you. 

Thou, dear city Bloomington, noble 
work thy sons have done. 
On the scroll of fame thy name will 
ever stand; 
Many laurels thou hast won — thy 
good work has just begun — 
Thy brave sons are justly honored 
o'er the land. 
Brightest gem upon the plain thou 
art destined to remain 
For progression is the watch-word 
of thy joys. 
Great will be thy temporal gain, to 
great culture thou'lt attain. 
Thou art now the inland queen of 
Illinois. 



RENDER EQUAL HONORS TO 
ALL. 

You are building up monuments, 
massive and high. 
To lift a few names out of reach, 
And lauding some heroes almost to 
the sky 
With eulogy's flattering speech. 
But I will pass on from this rage 
of renown, 
This narrow commotion and strife; 
Pass by where the granite and 
bronzes look down. 
And tell of a once noble life. 

On out to the comrades who lie 
'neath the gloom, 
Of pitying graves where they fell, 
For I, while I honor the man with 
the plume. 
Will honor the private as well. 
I would not detract from the brave 
in command. 
Who led in the battle's array; 
Let those have due praise who, with 
musket in hand. 
Bore bravely the heat of the fray. 



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For, had it not been for those heroic 
men, 
Who fought in combat with the 
gray, 
This union divided would surely have 
been 
A prey for all nations today. 
Those heroic soldier boys did well 
their part. 
Ne'er braver was king on his 
throne; 
The throb of each soldier boy's chiv- 
alrous heart 
Gave answering stroke to my own. 

I knew them, and through them the 
gold and alloy. 
Together ran equally free; 
I judge, as I trust God will judge 
each brave boy, 
For they were true patriots to me. 
'Midst cannons' loud roar, in the bat- 
tle's eclipse. 
Life shook out its lingering sands; 
They died with the names that they 
loved on their lips. 
With musket still grasped in their 
hands. 

Up close to the front many braves 
met their doom. 
Up close to the flag many fell; 
While praising the men with the 
sword and the plume, 
Praise those with the musket as 
well. 
There's peace ir the quiet and sweet 
restful hours 
That come when the day's work is 
done; 
And peace, with those brave ones who 
under the flowers 
Lie sleeping — their life's race is 
run. 

Old comrades in arms, in the fast 
waning years 
That lead to mortality's goal, 
With hearts full of love, oft with 
eyes full of tears. 
We hold you most dear to our 
soul. 
We march with the May, and its flow- 
ery charms, 
And tenderly lay on the sod 



A sweet, fragrant emblem, dear com- 
rades in arms 
Of love and approval of God. 



THE CRADLE OF LIBERTY , 

Is our Schools, and a reverence for the 
flag by celebrating our Natal IDay. '< 

Ye Sons of Columbia, rejoice that y|^ 
live in JV 

This fair land of freedom, we love 
as our own. 
And meet once each year on the day 
God hath given , 

For Liberty's Goddess to sit on her^'' 
throne. v^ 

That day is enshrined in the hearts'!! 
of the nation, 
And sealed with the blood of our"*! 
patriot sires, i 

So then on that glad day, whatever)' 
our station, {< 

Our hearts should be burning with' 
patriot fires. 

1! 

Unfurl to the breeze the bright folds 
of Old Glory. 
To music march forth, let her wave 
o'er the stand, 
And tell to the people our nation's ; 
glad story 
Of blood-purchased freedom and 
bright happy land. 
And tell to our children how patriots 
freed it, 
And made the day. sacred, that firsJu 
gave it birth; 
And pledged it to freedom, for God 
had decreed it ^.. 

A haven for all the oppressed of? 
the earth. ii 

Where man is the noblest work cA 
creation, '- 

Each man is a monarch and shouldLii 
be content; 
His home is his kingdom, whatever^ 
his station; 
His rights are as sacred as if pres- 
ident. 
Our free schools are truly the cradle i 
of knowledge, 
And mother of liberty; also the 
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7o freedom and progress, and so is 
' the college 

A glorious boon for the rich and 
the poor. 

!^hen rock every youth in that cradle 

I of knowledge, 

\For ignorance marks every man for 

a slave, 
'"or liberty dwells in the school and 
the college, 
And there lies the power our free- 
dom to save, 
feach justice, and honor, and knowl- 
. edge together; 
Instill in each heart what all just 
laws demand, 
Iro treat the whole world as your 
neighbor and brother. 
Thus cherish forever a free happy 
land. 

tnis heaven-blest country, the gem 

of the ocean. 
The heir of all nations since God 

gave her birth; 
5he now stands the queen of all lands 

and all nations, 
4.And freedom is destined to compass 

the earth, 
jf God rules this nation he surely de- 

signed it. 
I^A home, where all men of all climes 

can remain 
Iknd worship their God, as each con- 

science dennes it. 
Where none dare molest, or against 

them complain. 

Chen patriots are safe, have God's 

full approbation. 
7Who left home and friends, to their 

country were true, 
',Vid fought to defend and protect this 

great nation; 
\ With musket in hand, fell while 

wearing the blue. 
Then each natal day let us unfurl 
' Old Glory 

^And teach all the people that day 

to revere, 
,^e often repeating this nation's glad 

story, 
And floating from house-top the 

flag everywhere. 



FREEDOM 

We're sailing on the ship of state, 

she's rocking fore and aft 
And ever}' son of freedom should be 

skilled in statesmen's craft, 
And every enemy on board should be 

made to stand abaft. 
And honor the laws of this great 

nation. 

Chorus: 

Hurrah! Hurrah! Let trusts no longer 
stay. 

Hurrah! Hurrah! Drive anarchy away; 

And let the grand old ship of state 
triumphantly display 
The unsullied flag of this great na- 
tion. 

Is this a land of freedom, when the 
rich usurp the field. 

Combine and fix the prices and con- 
sumers have to yield? 

As long as this we tolerate the poor 
man's fate is sealed. 
And he will be servant of the na- 
tion. 

Is this a land of freedom, when the 
manufacturers' lust 

Has grown so strong that they cre- 
ate a sacrilegious trust. 

Control the quantity and price of pro- 
ducts so unjust. 
And swindle consumers of the na- 
tion? 

Is this a land of freedom, when the 

railroad kings with ease 
Unite and pool their profits and fix 

any price they please; 
For hauling products of commerce, 

the people's pockets squeeze, 
And trample the rights of this great 

nation? 

Is this a land of freedom, when the 

laborers form a trust 
And try to run all business by acts 

that are unjust, 



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And he who heeds not their demands 
his plans they try to burst, 
And bring sore distress upon the 
nation? 



No tyrant's arbitrary rule, nor moi 
arch to object, 
But we help to rule our own gre 
nation. 



Let every man remember that this 
country is not free 

While freedom uncontrolled grows 
bold and ends in tyranny; 

And all combines that break the law 
engage in anarchy, 
Defying the laws of this great na- 
tion. 

If we will learn what freedom means, 

and freedom will promote, 
And will protect the people's right 

whene'er we cast a vote, 
'Tis then the grand old ship of state 

triumphantly will float, 
And freedom will reign throughout 

the nation. 



The Tariff should be the dififerenc 

of cost in foreign lands. 
And cost of articles the same of ov 

own home-made brands, 
Then that would leave no margin c 

which wicked trusts cou 

stand. 
And all would have justice in tl 

nation. 

When law makes him a criminal, wl- 
helps to form a trust. 

Such schemes for unjust money, 
in many lines we're cursed, 

And officers enforce the law, sue 
wiles and schemes will burst. 
And this be a free and happy natiq 



True freedom does not mean that we 

can do just as we please, 
And trample on our neighbor's rights; 

by fraud each other squeeze; 
But means to live the Golden Rule, 

which we can do with ease 
In this great enlightened Christian 

nation. 



All inter-state utilities your Unc 

Sam should own. 
And run them for the people, be t 

power behind the throne; 
Municipal utilities, experience h 

shown. 
Should be run by the cities of t 

nation. 



True freedom does not mean that we 

can swindle, cheat and steal. 
Or any other unjust act, against the 

public weal, 
But always means, if we are wronged, 

the case we can appeal 
To just judge and juries of the 

nation. 

True freedom means the people rule, 
and righteous laws project. 

Which gives us sure protection if we 
other rights respect; 



Each manufacturing plant that ru| 

should to its workmen grant- 
An equitable portion of the prof 

of the plant; 
Then such colossal fortunes as a| 

o'er the land extant, 
Would justly be scattered throu;i 

the nation. 

\ 

All laboring men and capital shorl 

travel hand in hand. 
For one without the other one wov 

meet with no demand, 



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31 



Vnd idle would continue, which would 
desolate the land 
Of this wide-awake, progressive na- 
tion. 



ADJUST THE LAWS 

Written in the interest of Western Ag- 
riculture and American Labor, 

Vwake, ye mighty laboring throng, 
Gird on your armor, strong and 
bright; 

!)efend your rights, vote down the 
wrong, 

* Haste, haste ye onward to the fight. 

Fake justice for your General, 
On steeds of wisdom firmly ride; 

fake for your sword the ballot box, 
Let reason be your constant guide. 

For moneyed kings now proudly 

reign, 
;. With purse and pockets lined with 

gold, 
^Vhile ye are bound with slavery's 

chain 
. And are by unjust laws controlled, 
rhe millionaire, he holds the bonds, 

And we're assessed his tax to pay, 
While he on luxuries daily feasts, 
J We're forced to labor day by day. 

I'.Ve pay for all, 'tis truly said. 

Their victuals we are made to carve, 
W^e furnish all their daily bread; 
' If we'd stop work the world would 

starve. 
We ship our produce to the east 
^ To feed the TariiT-protected rings, 
A.nd with an unjust freight are fleeced 
^ Through trusts made by the rail- 
road kings. 

And of the manufacturers 

Our goods are bought at prices high. 
For they've protected by a tariff 

That we must pay whene'er we 
buy. 
A tariff high has proved unjust, 
1^ Creating margins broad and high 
On which to build a mighty trust 

And rob consumers when they buy. 



High tariff men oft say 'tis true, 

That we have got a tariff on grain. 
And other western products too, 

And ask: "Pray why should we 
complain?" 
Ah, that sounds well, but be no fool, 

'Tis ours to sell, we don't import. 
Our price is fixed at Liverpool, 

We can't protect what we export. 

They also say high tariff will make 

All kinds of laborers' wages high, 
And for the laboring man's dear sake 

We ought to make protection high. 
Be not deceived, we cannot stay 

By tariff, the foreign laborer, when 
He comes, who will, employers pay 

According to supply of men. 

The laboring men they must com- 
pete 
With all who come from foreign 
lands, 
A tariff on what he buys to eat 

And all he wears he has to stand. 
If labor then you would protect, 

All foreign laborers turn away, 
Let Uncle Sam as tariff collect 
From all who come, one-half their 
pay. 

The labor fields would then be clear, 

For men who labor day by day; 
Protection all alike would share. 

And foreign labor stay away. 
It must be so, or else reduce 

The tariff on what we eat and wear 
To just the difference to produce. 

Or ship from foreign markets here. 

They also boast that factories make 

For us a market close at hand; 
What good to us if we must take 

A price that's fixed by foreign 
lands? 
Their trusts are so adroitly made 

They fill the manufacturer's purse; 
No imports made, no revenue paid, 

And to consumers are a curse. 

Let laboring men of every brand 
Unite upon one common plane. 

And vote together, hand in hand. 
That all their sacred rights may 
gain. 



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POEMS 



Let education be the source 

To show the wrongs you long have 
borne; 

United ballots be the force 

That places justice on her throne. 

Take off the tariff, that now they 
boast, 
On imports from a foreign shore, 
Except the difference in cost 

Between the making here and there. 
With such a tariff", fair and just, 
On goods and products of the 
earth, 
Untrammelled by a wicked trust, 
All things would sell for actual 
worth. 

Then mighty, noble, laboring throng, 
High tariff and trusts ye should 
dissect, 
Throw off the curse ye've borne so 
long. 
Thereby the people's rights pro- 
tect. 
The right is yours good laws to 
make. 
Then yield it not to cliques and 
rings, 
Teach money sharks to fear and 
quake, 
The scepter take from railroad 
kings. 

Select ye men to make the laws, 
Whose interests are with yours 
allied, 
Whose hearts are with the people's 
cause, 
Whom you can look upon with 
pride. 
Then strike, ye mightly laboring 
throng; 
Gird on your armor strong and 
bright; 
Defend your rights, vote down the 
wrong; 
Haste, haste ye, onward to the 
fight. 

Ye sons of toil arise and free 
From unjust rule and tyranny 

This glorious land, America, 

This blood-bought land of liberty. 

Stand firmly by the people's cause, 
Instruct j'our lawmakers to see 



By wise and equitable laws 

That poor as well as rich are fre< 



AN ADDRESS TO LABOR 

Both city and rural. 
Capital of late is bold, to combinj 
and get a hold 
On the public, and their ampl| 
purses drain, 
And this truth 1 will unfold, that yo 
always will be sold 
Until you adjust the laws that yo 
maintain. 
You have no protecting care, fror 
the laws in which you share, 
'Gainst your labor every nation ca« 
compete. 
Then why do you vote to bear sues 
discriminating fare, 
And accomplish by your votes you 
own defeat? 



Tf the laws a tariff would lay on a; 
men who come this way 
From all foreign lands to labo' 
and for gain, 
And collect one-half their pay; ij 
their native lands they'd staj 
Then j'ou could your price on label 
well maintain. 
You should change the tariff wal. 
that in legislative hall 
Your lawmakers have built for thj 
money king; 
You should by your votes install lawl 
to benefit us all, 
Equally and just alike in everjj 
thing. 



Tariff is mother of the trust, a plai 
truth, confess you must, j 

Trusts control products and price 
of today. 
A united vote would burst every sa<i 
rilegious trust 
And supply — demand, make price 
on the way. 
Tariff, take from every line, that : 
run by a combine 
Formed to get fictitious price 
when they sell. 
Then your living will in fine cos 
much less in every line 
And you then can have some luj 
uries as well. 



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33 



And you farmers should reflect that 

the law cannot protect, 
By a tariff, any product you export; 
When lawmakers you elect, this fact 

you should recollect, 
You export farm products and do 

not import, 
beg you be not deceived when they 

ask you to believe 
That you have protection for your 

grain and meat. 
From such laws as now aggrieve you 

should vote a quick reprieve. 
Laws that are for you a financial 

defeat. 

It is only a decoy when they say that 
you enjoy 
A protection on farm products for 
' support, 

As the surplus you enjoy, all pro- 
tection does destroy, 
For you always have a surplus to 
r export. 

And the railroads all combine, raise 
the freights on every line, 
And your profits clip unjustly when 
you sell. 
Manufacturers fall in line and go into 
a combine 
And unjustly raise on what you 
buy as well. 

Farmers' labor, true, benign, raises 

bread for every line, 
And the laborer their victuals daily 

carve. 
Labor should of every line, form one 

grand voting combine. 
Hold all trusts to righteous laws 

or let them starve. 
Pvlow you men who daily toil, and 

ye tillers of the soil, 
You will never get full justice and 

your dues 
Until by your votes you foil, and the 

machinations spoil, 
, Of the men who now their privi- 
lege abuse. 

Uncle Sam should run and own, be 
the power behind the throne, 
Of all interstate utilities today. 



And experience has shown that each 
city now should own 
All her street cars, lights and 
water — it will pay. 
If you always will be fools, and the 
corporation's tools, 
You deserve the fate that they for 
you prepare; 
You should change the present rules, 
run your own financial schools, 
Guard your laws and your law- 
makers with great care. 

And you never will succeed, control 
avarice and greed, ' 
Until in the halls of congress you 
procure 
A majority to lead, and pass laws 
for which you plead, 
Wise and just, that will your rights 
to you secure. 



AN ADDRESS TO LABOR 
UNIONS. 

Labor unions are all right, if you 
wage a peaceful fight, 
And decide your peaceful battles 
at the polls; 
But whene'er you swerve from right 
your success will grow less 
bright 
If you fail the lawful mandates to 
uphold. 

You are not from law exempt, it is 
vain when you attempt 
To control by force or boycot any 
line. 
And for such a rash attempt you in- 
cur the just contempt 
Of good men, and you deserve a 
heavy fine. 

When you strike and work refuse, 
and non-union men abuse 
And the labor of all men try to 
control. 
It is anarchy you choose, and the 
sympathy you lose 
Of good men who would have 
helped you at the polls. 

You by your financial lust have a far 
more dangerous trust 
Than has capital; it only works 
for gain. 



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POEMS 



While, in trying its powers to burst, 
you both friend and foe dis- 
gust, 
When you peace and life and lib- 
erty disdain. 

And it plainly can be seen your own 
house you need to clean, 
And discipline all on whom you 
now depend, 
Then a barrier now between you and 
full success serene 
Will be swept away and you'll re- 
tain your friends. 

Now most every long dispute, when 
it comes to a law suit, 
Has two sides from which to view 
the matter o'er; 
And oft-'times the most astute will 
the other side refute, 
While the justice of the case they 
both ignore. 

Now it truly can be said, how would 
people all be fed 
If all capital investments would de- 
cline? 
Some would have to go to bed, and 
soon many would be dead; 
Laboring men could find no work 
along the line. 

Do you think that men will run and 
do business for fun. 
And donate to labor all that can 
be made? 
If no profits can be won they will 
quit where they begun. 
And the labor be left lying in the 
shade. 



It is only those who shirk, or some 
vain dishonest clerk. 
Who have need to tramp for wages 
far away. 

Every man who has a care with his 

family to share 

All the proceeds of his labor, daj 

by day. 

Can for all have decent fare, have 

enough to eat and wear. 

If he neither drinks nor gambles 

on the way. 

You have many men today who wort 

well when not at play. 

But in support of their families 

they fail; 

When night comes they hie away, 

spend the wages of the day 

In saloons, and sometimes lodge 

within the jail. , 

And you often hear them bawl that; 
their wages are too small, 
That they never can a family sup-] 
port, 
And when in the union hall they vo-] 
ciferously call 
For a strike for better pay or 
which to sport. 

Those who drink and loaf at night 

always foremost in the fight, 

Are as lice upon the city where 

they thrive; 

Often want to strike and fight when 

the wages are all right; 

Want the biggest share of honey ini 

the hive. 



I regret to have to say that you have 
some men today 
Who like much by other unions to 
be fed; 
When they want a holiday they will 
strike and have a play. 
If they think their own employers 
can be bled. 

Any person wishing work, whom their 
duty will not shirk. 
Can get steady work and wages 
every day; 



Many times you rush ahead, are by 
others blindly led, 
When the price is not exactly what' 
you like. 

You can have more cash ahead and 

can be much better fed 

If you work instead of going on al 

strike. 

I 

If you prices would adjust and wouldi 
regulate the trust, 
You must do it through the ballot 
at the polls; 



POEMS 



35 



Select men whom you can trust to 
make laws both wise and just, 
That all immigrants and tariff will 
control. 

Lay a tax on every man who comes 
from a foreign land 
To compete with you for labor of 
the day ; 
And one-half his pay demand for a 
labor tax to stand, 
Then the foreigner will kindly stay 
away. 



THE PATRIOTISM OF PEACE. 

Sung to the tune of "Marching 
Through Georgia." 

Honor give to heroes, who defended 
us in war; 

Honor to the brave on land, and also 
to the tar; 

Glorify that valiant band who carry 
many a scar 
For the defense of this great na- 
tion. 

Chorus: 

Hurrah! Hurrah! Let wars forever 
cease. 

Hurrah! Hurrah! Let harmony in- 
crease. 

Patriotism now we need to build a 
lasting peace; 
Peace to perpetuate this nation. 

Glory to the memory of our immor- 
tal dead; 

Died within the hospitals, in battles 
where they bled. 

But for their great sacrifice our free- 

> dom would have fled. 

They paid the cost for this great 
nation. 

Glorious freedom purchased by their 

blood and widows' tears, 
Let us keep inviolate forever, endless 

years. 
Guard it as a heritage from Angels of 

the Spheres; 
Bought with their blood for this 

great nation. 



Foreign nations knows the prowess of 
our soldier boy; 

Recognize his power other armies 
to destroy; 

Recognize the honor o'er the world 
that we enjoy. 
All stand in awe of this great na- 
tion. 

Deadly roar of battles fall no longer 
on the ear. 

Foreign nations treat our flag with 
honor everywhere. 

North and South united the same 
glorious banner bear; 
Yet we have foes within the na- 
tion. 



Foes within more dangerous than 

those who dwell afar; 
Avarice and greed and lust degrade 

us more than war. 
Honor, justice, charity, should be our 

guiding star. 
Such will perpetuate a nation. 

Men in high position oft betray the 

public weal. 
Sell their sacred honor and in many 

ways they steal. 
When weighed in the balance and 

their perfidy revealed; 
Sorely demoralize this nation. 

Corporations have no soul, their greed 
is unsurpassed. 

Bid defiance to the laws, while for- 
tunes they amass, 

Avaricious tyrants, they oppress the 
common class, 
Getting the profits of the nation. 

Many now manipulate our food just 
as they will; 



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POEMS 



Mix it with cheap nostrums their own 

purses soon to fill, 
Caring not how many unsuspecting 

ones they kill. 
Shame and disgrace confronts this 

nation. 



Greed so vast and virulent, for much 

ill-gottetn pelf, 
Soon will blight this nation and will 

lay her on the shelf. 
Patriots of peace, awake and save her 

from herself. 
Thus you'll perpetuate this nation. 



This is God's own haven for all 
worthy and oppressed. 

Such of foreign nations come to us 
for peace and rest. 

Greed and lust is sacrilege in this 
land of the blest, 
Tainting the morals of this nation. 



Each one an integral part of this 

great commonwealth, 
Individuals must be pure if nations 

have good health. 
Let us cleanse our impure hearts frorri 

avarice and stealth. 
Thus will we purify the nation. 



Give us Folks and Hanleys when you 
man the ships of state; 

Bryans for the pilots and LaFollettes 
for the mates; 

Roosevelts for the captains, and theJi 
crews will be kept straight. 
Then we will have a prosperous na- 
tion, u I 



THE LAW OF COMPENSATION 
AND RETRIBUTION 

The law of compensation, 

Inexorable and sure; 
The law of retribution 

Pays full measure, often more. 

Then let each one be brave and true, 
And always on his guard; 

Each word or act we say or do 
Will bring its just reward. 



.1 



If in your heart the world you love,| 
And you are kind and true, 

Your actions will the world improve, 
The world will then love you. 

if to the world j^ou kindness show, 
You'll get what is your due; 

The world much kindness will bestow, 
And with its love bless you. 



Be a patriot for peace, it is a noble 

cause. 
Vote for public servants who strictly 

enforce the laws. 
Men who do their duty always win 

the world's applause. 
Such will perpetuate this nation. 



Give us men of honor for our legis- 
lative halls; 

Give us judge and jurors true, when 
sacred duty calls. 

Send dishonest tricksters to adorn the 
prison walls. 
Thus you'll perpetuate this nation. 



But if you measure to the world. 

Envy, malice and strife, 
The same will come to you ten-fold;' 

Bitter will be your life. 

A word or act, though good or bad,i 

Will bring its duplicate; 
You will rejoice or will be sad. 

Just as you may dictate. 

Then let your life the world impress^ 
With love and kindness true. 

Do all you can the world to bless 
'T will live long after you. 

Let every act and word be good 
Give to the world your best. 



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37 



Meet all in loving brotherhood 
And you'll be ever blest. 

If all the world would realize 

That compensation's laws 
And retribution just and wise 

Will reward every cause. 

And bring to them the measure 
That they do to others mete, 

'T would fill this world with pleasure 
And this life would be more sweet. 



MUSIC 

The follozving lines zvere written for 
a Friday evening essay while attend- 
ing school at U'esleyan University in 
1855, at Bloomington, III, and never 
before printed. 

O, music, thy melody all do admire, 
Though all have not talent thy art to 

acquire. 
A natural genius some gladly possess, 
While others fail even thy notes to 

express. 

O, charmingly sweet are thy soft 
trilling notes. 

They fall on my ear and enchanting- 
ly float; 

They fill the glad heart with a raptur- 
ous zeal 

That none but the happy hath power 
to feel. 

O, music, thy power the soul it in- 
spires 

With blissful emotions and lovely de- 
sires, 

^Directing our thoughts to the heav- 
ens above, 

To God who looks down with com- 
passion and love. 

The soul of Apollo still playing the 
^ lyre, 

And spirit of Marcius' flute in the air. 
Still charms with a power, most sweet 

and sublime. 
Refined by the ages — increasing with 

time. 



When artist is playing the harp or 

the lyre, 
Violin or piano, with notes loud and 

clear, 
Or nature's grand organ, the sweet 

human voice, 
Thou makest the depths of the soul 

to rejoice. 

Yet issuing forth from the sweet hu- 
man voice 

Are tones more divine, inore exqui- 
sitely choice. 

That charms with a power the soul 
and the mind; 

Far sweeter than all other music com- 
bined. 



No grander conception of heaven 

have we 
Than oft to the soul is suggested by 

thee; 
The Father above, as thy melodies 

roll, 
Through thy magic notes ever speaks 
to the soul. 



There's something sublime as thy 

notes float along. 
That tells us of joy and of bliss yet 

unknown; 
They cheer us with charms that we 

truly confess 
We joyously feel, but cannot express. 

To thy magic power the savage will 

yield; 
Thy charms maketh tame the wild 

beasts of the field. 
Thou'rt a heaven-born blessing of 

countless worth; 
Indeed thou'rt a foretaste of heaven 

on earth. 

The Father hath clothed thee with 

sweet chords of cheer, 
While angels attend with a listening 

ear. 
Our souls catch the bliss thou to 

angels hast given 
And visit in spirit the mansions in 

heaven. 



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POEMS 



LOVE 

Since God is love, then love is life, 
and good. 
And love deals justly with what is 
his own. 
He made the world for one great 
brotherhood, 
From peasant to the king upon his 
throne. 

Love is divine, love is of heavenly 
birth. 
'Tis pure afifection, love is grand, 
sublime; 
When cultivated here upon the earth. 
Luxuriantly it blooms in every 
clime. 

A precious boon, a joy it doth impart. 
No sweeter joy or bliss can e'er 
be given; 
Designed to soften every selfish 
heart, 
And guide our wayward souls to 
peace and heaven. 

When in the bosom burns love's 
sacred fire, 
We are content to feel the passion 
burn; 

Consuming selfish purpose and de- 
sire. 

We take no heed if it brings no re- 
turn. 

It hides a mighty multitude of faults, 

Gives to the heart great pleasure and 
good cheer. 

The favored heart that tender love 
exalts. 
Is rich beyond all else, beyond com- 
pare. 

Love was designed for every human 
soul, 
And 'tis in giving love's best rap- 
ture lies; 
And he who hath not loved hath 
missed his goal. 
'Tis love that binds the world to 
heaven's ties. 

Love's sharpest grief, with subtlest 
pleasure lies; 
Love is the same with peasant, lord 
or kings. 



Love is its own reward, which heaven 
supplies. 
The same sweet passion subtlest 
pleasure brings. 

Love o'er the world a conquering 
sovereign reigns; 
Leaps over mountains, verdant] 
plains and streams; 
Defies all prisons, with their locks 
and chains, 
And visits us in sweet nocturnal 
dreams. 

Defies the ocean's boistrous rolling! 
waves, 

With lightning speed it leaps fromi 

shore to shore; 

And often from ill fate the convict^ 

saves. 

And oft its power unlocks thei 
prison door. 

It soothes the many sorrows of this 
life. 
Peace is its beacon light, its guid- 
ing star. 
True love will teach the trusting mani 
and wife 
To be a loving, helpful, happy pair. 

If every nation, land, and tongue] 
could see 
That love to fill each heart was 
freely given. 
Then love would reign supreme eter- 
nally, 
And every land on earth would be ] 
a heaven. 

A mother's love hath wondrous force 
and power 
When she would aid her children 
in distress; 
Her prayers and tears in darkest try-> 
ing hour, 
Like guardian angels shield them i 
for to bless. 

No greater love did mortals ever know 
Than Jesus Christ to fallen man 

hath given. 
He gave his life, none greater love 

can show, 
That sinner through his love can enter 

heaven. 



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39 



Where love supreme hath conquered 
every foe, 
And filled the hearts of all that 
happy throng, 
'Tis love can soothe each sorrow and 
each woe, 
And only love can triumph over 
wrong. 



SLANDER 

I have heard it faintly hinted, 
With a wink, also a smile. 

By one of my closest neighbors, 
Who I thought was free from guile. 

Next I heard it in a whisper 
From my neighbor next in line; 

Now "The facts you must not men- 
tion," 
Said she, with an air divine. 

Once again I heard the rumor, 
And this time 'twas spoken out, 

And this one gave particulars, 
Also peddled it about. 

Thus one innocent was shadowed 
With a stain upon his name, 

Without one thing to verify 
Or justify the blame. 

If thy neighbor is not perfect, 

By example do not fail 
To show him he is in error. 

Let another tell the tale. 

Then dear friends I here implore 
thee. 
Put a bridle on thy tongue. 
Lest thy neighbors should deplore 
thee, 
Guard thy tongue from every 
wrong. 



TOBACCO 



Tobacco is a curse to man, 

A poison to the brain. 
For man}'- from the cigarette 

At last become insane. 

And those who chew, expectorate 
And spit their strength away; 

Their breath smells like a slaughter 
house; 
You wish it far away. 



And those who smoke, weaken their 
nerves 

A little day by day; 
They soon become a nervous wreck. 

Their muscles waste away. 

And oh, their breath and filthy mouth! 

Let every one in youth 
Beware of such a filthy curse, 

Indecent and uncouth. 

And then the hard-earned money 
spent 

Is worse than thrown away, 
Their earnings and their vigor gone, 

Still going day by day. 

And many a tobacco fiend, 
Homeless will sadly roam, 

And for tobacco spend the wealth 
That would have bought a home. 

O, if I was a lady fair, 

No man could inarry me 
Who used tobacco any way; 

From his embrace I'd jlee. 

And if my husband did begin, 

After the knot was tied, 
I'd call for a divorce from him, 

And out of that I'd slide. 



HOW TO BE HAPPY 

'Tis being, and doing, and having^ 
that make 

All pleasures and pains of which mor- 
tals partake. 

You are as God made you, with un- 
folding mind. 

If you would be happy, endeavor to 
find 

A helpmate congenial, both honest 
and true. 

Be honest and faithful, whatever you 
do; 

Use all your spare moments unfold- 
ing your mind, 

In doing your duty, you'll happiness 
find. 

If you will be guided by justice and 

right. 
And stick to your purpose with valor 

and might. 



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And do not succeed, and your pur- 
pose complete, 

Your conscience will bless you, al- 
though in defeat. 

But he who is right rarely ever will 
fail; 

Truth, honor and justice always pre- 
vail. 

Then stick to the right, if you wish 
to succeed. 

For he who is right will be happy 
indeed. 

In having, if you enjoy what you 

possess. 
It must come honestly, if you it 

bless. 
For he who possesses much ill-gotten 

gain, 
He cannot be happy if it he retain. 
Then be what God made you, do 

always your best. 
And be true and faithful, if you would 

be blest, 
Pursue for your calling your natural 

bent. 
And you will be happy and will be 

content. 



SUCCESS 

To whom this comes, greeting; give 
ear to my story. 
Who soon will embark on the jour- 
ney of life, 
That you may be crowned with suc- 
cess and full glory; 
A hint from your friend might with 
blessings be rife. 

Select occupation, a trade, or profes- 
sion; 
Choose something congenial, by 
which you can live; 
Stick close to your work until in 
your possession 
All knowledge and skill your in- 
structor can give. 

Then gird on your armor, with hon- 
est endeavor 
Proceed with your work, set your 
talisman high; 
Whate'er may oppose, never falter, 
no never, 
Success crowns the man who with 
firmness will try. 



The man without energy, purpose 

or calling, 

And void of ambition, who lies or 

the shelf; 

In other men's traps he is constantly 

falling; 

The world helps the man who wil: 

first help himself. 

And while on life's journey, if trials 
ofifend you. 
And time with the gold also brings 
you some dross. 
Stick close to your line and success 
will attend you; 
A stone that keeps rolling will 
gather no moss. 

A great many men, wealthy, honest| 
and clever. 
Are men born where poverty lurked 
in the door; 
By close application and honest en 
deavor 
Abound now in wealth, who ini 
childhood were poor. 

The man who succeeds, starts aright 
and stays by it. 
And hangs to the willows with bod3n 
and soul; 
Whate'er may oppose, he'll press on: 
and defy it. 
By firm will and energy reaching 
the goal. 



WATCH THE TIDE AND 
HUSTLE 

No matter what your calling, or youri 
occupation be. 

The room is plenty at the top, the 
way for all is free; 

Be always ready to mount every! 
stepping stone you see; 
Your actions and purpose will com- 
mend you. 

Don't sleep away your chances till 

another will observe. 
And gather in the prizes while you 

halt for want of nerve. 
If you get up and hustle you will 

get what you deserve. 
And sure success will then attend 

you. 



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rhere's honors plenty to go around, 

and wealth enough to spare, 
Then never falter on the way until 

you win your share, 
For he will wear fame's laurel wreath, 

who honestly gets there. 
The world will applaud and tell the 

story. 

rhen watch the tide, be wide awake, 

honest, upright and true; 
Strike hardest while the iron's hut in 

every thing you do; 
And you will have a host of friends, 

your enemies be few; 
In age you'll receive a crown of 

glory. 

Then make each opportunity a step 

upon the way. 
Let honor and integrity your every 

action sway. 
If you press upward step by step, 

you'll surely win the day. 
And good men's approval will be 

given. 

And if you have a brother who is 

worthy, feeble, slow, 
jWho needs a friendly helping hand 

the proper course to show, 
Lead him across the turbid stream, 

show him the way to go 
And you will receive reward in 

heaven. 



PROMPT ACTION IS THE KEY 
TO SUCCESS. 

*rhe follozving lines can he sung to the 
air, "Marching Through Georgia." 

If you, from indecision, loiter on and 

lose today, 
'Twill be the same tomorrow in your 

dilatory way, 
For every indecision you indulge will 
»> bring delay. 

And you'll be less able to command, 

A ■ 

Sir. 

. Chorus: 

Hurrah! Hurrah! If you would make 
it pay. 



Hurrah! Hurrah! Then lose no time 

today. 
For every moment that you lose is 

gone and gone to stay, 
And you are still nearer to the 

grave, sir. 

If you have need to do a thing, 
and it is in your power, 

Decide at once to do it, and com- 
mence this very hour. 

If you meet opposition, do not hesi- 
tate and cower, 
But do what your needs and will 
demand, sir. 

A forceful and determined will the 
means will soon suggest. 

And all such opposition melt away 
and be suppressed, 

And add unto your force of mind 
more strength for future tests 
To get what in ftuure you desire. 

Only commence, the thing is sure, 

you then more strength will 

gain. 
Your interest be increasing as your 

object you obtain; 
The work will be completed and a 

conqueror you will reign. 
The world will applaud and will 

admire. 

Wait not until tomorrow for what 

should be done today, 
For things done at the proper time 

in many ways will pay. 
While many losses you'll incur from 

neglect and delay. 
The prompt man will soon get to 

the top, sir. 



OPPORTUNITY 



You will not say I come but once, 
and then return no more. 

If you a daily vigil keep when I knock 
at your door. 

For every day I'm at your door, that 
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And bid you open wide the door and 
let success come in. 

Though dire afifliction be your lot, 

have courage, do not mourn. 
For very long must be the lane that 

never has a turn. 
The worthy do not strive in vain, 

nor have to beg their bread; 
I clothe all honest, worthy poor, and 

see that they are fed. 

If you have come too late today, my 

star you did not see, 
Be out on time tomorrow, and you 

surely will find me; 
For I am watching every day to find 

whom I can serve. 
And if you come to me in time you'll 

get what you deserve. 

Grieve not for chances you have 

missed that never can return. 
The records of misfortunes I each 

night essay to burn; 
Let vanished griefs and sorrows be 

forgotten, then be true. 
And rise each morn for chances new, 

that I prepare for you. 

'Tis seldom wealth or honor come 

by accident or fate, 
And many who attain success work 

early, also late; 
Their vigils keep, and watch for me 

lest I should pass them by; 
I help all those who say they can, and 

get right out and try. 



HOPE 

There's not a heart so dreary 

That time cannot heal in years. 

There's not a day so cloudy 
But the light of day appears. 

The sun will shine the brighter 
When the atmosphere clears. 

There's not a dream so horrid 

But the waking brings delight. 
There's not a life so cheerless 

But it feas some rays of light. 
On the right side of the picture 

It is always still more bright. 
There's not a cup so bitter 

But it can be made more sweet, 



And not a path so rugged 
But it can be trod by feet. 

We first have to clear the way 
Of all obstacles we meet. 

There's not a man so destitute, 
If his health and strength abid 

But can have comforts plenty 
If with care he'll watch the tide. 

And diligently hustle. 

All his needs can be supplied. 
There's not a maid so homely, 

If she keeps in perfect state. 
But in this cold world somewhere 

Can find a loving mate. 
Kind words and acts of kindness 

Will enlist him soon or late. 

There's not a married couple. 
Who have trouble on the way. 

Bur soon can have it pleasant 
As the flowers that bloom in Ma; 

If they show love and kindness 
To each other day by day. 

There's not a heart so hardened 
But it has one tender spot; 

The blood of Christ can soften 
And wash every stain and blot. 

'Tis free just for the asking 
Sinner, O, forget it not. 



SECRET OF CONTENT 

'Tis not a vast amount of gold th; 

brings you sweet content. 
And soothes the restless, graspinj 

heart, with many pleasure 

blent; 
It is not fabulous amounts of stocl' 

and bonds on hand. 
Nor is it ready cash in bank, payab 

on demand. 

Nor is it fame throughout the eart 

nor genius on your part, 
Nor heritage of noble birth that sa 

isfies the heart. il 

Possession will not shield the mini 

from cares that daily haunt; || 
The only thing that brings content i| 

what we do not want. i 

If you are modest in your wants, suj 
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o what in reason you expect, to 
what you should aspire. 

ovet no more than is your due, ac- 
cept what God hath sent, 

e satisfied with what you are, then 
you will be content. 

t truly you are satisfied with bless- 
ings God hath given, 

.nd satisfied with what you have, 
and honestly have striven; 

,et others worry and complain, and 
nurse their discontent; 

v''ith honest purpose do your best, 
and you will be content. 

ou cannot change Dame Nature's 

laws, which God hath made for 

man, 
ut you can change environments, 

though life is but a span, 
v^ith honest purpose do your best 

with what the Lord hath sent, 
■od will your honest efforts bless, 

then you will be content. 

"hen if we ever are content, our 

wants we must curtail 
"o what is just and right for us, 

then we will seldom fail, 
f we will do the best we can, with 

honest purpose blent, 
)ur modest wants will be supplied 

and we will be content. 



DARE TO DO RIGHT 

V^hen I was young I knew a man, 

who lived across the way, 
[e had a very slanderous tongue, yet 

tried to preach and pray; 
lis neighbors would not go to hear 

the slang he tried to blow, 
le'd crowd the stand when others 

preached, and try to make it go. 

'he preacher would extend to him 
a friendly attitude; 

5efore the close, invited him the 
meetings to comclude. 

Fwas then in truth, the fun began, 
the boys were tickled so. 

Vith laughter they would often burst, 
he could not make it go. 

low, Christian friends, take my ad- 
vice, if others you would teach, 



Let all vour words and acts be good 
before you try to preach; 

For if your daily walk is bad, your 
neighbors soon will know. 

And leave you hunting for a job; 
you cannot make it go. 

Another one I knew in youth, and 

scanty was his store; 
A gourmand of the purest type, his 

stomach kept him poor. 
'Tis said he ate a dozen quails, still 

wanted more, you know. 
And ate good apples by the peck; he 

made the victuals go. 
He seldom cut, or combed his hair, it 

really was a sight; 
He sat at church one Sundaj' night, 

near by the candle light; 
In leaning back too close the light 

his hair caught fire, you know, 
He danced a double shufifle then, try- 
ing to make it go. 

And now dear friends, whene'er you 
eat, do try and be content; 

To guard your appetites with care, 
'twill pay a big per cent.. 

And lest, like this dear little man, 
your hair catch fire, you know, 

Keep hair and whiskers neatly trim- 
med; then you can make it go. 

I knew another, big and strong, who 
always had a plan 

By which he would exterminate, or 
whip some other man. 

But when his man came to the front, 
for battle made a show, 

That windy man was not on hand, he 
failed to make it go. 

If you are blessed with health and 

strength, your rights you would 

protect. 
Do not tramp on your neighbor's 

toes, his sacred rights respect; 
His love and kindness you'll secure, 

and soon will come to know. 
That kindness is the only way that 

you can make it go. 
And still another one I knew, who 

would a neighbor strike; 
He had the nerve at sixty-five, to 

whip young Jacob Zike. 
His great big boys soon came to think 

they more than dad did know; 



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He came with mowing scythe in 
hand; he surely made 'em go. 

His cows went to a neighbor's field, 

and o'er the fence they went; 
His neighbor chased them with his 

dog, and they were homeward 

sent, 
He went and cursed his neighbor 

blue, with loud and angry tone; 
He said: "Now, sir, I'll draw my 

coat; then I will draw your 

own." 
His neighbor was a quiet man, and 

not inclined to flight. 
Then Isaac came to father's housti 

in somewhat better plight. 

Exultantly, he told the fact of his 

unpleasant show. 
And said: "If curse is in the heart, 

'tis best to make it go." 
Come, all ye fractious, nervous men, 

be always on your guard; 
No matter what the cross may b-^, in 

action, deed, or word; 
Let reason sit upon her throne, the 

proper course to show. 
Do as you'd have them do to you; 

then you can make it go. 



THE PSYCHOLOGICAL CHORD. 

Thy thoughts and thy actions influ- 
ence thy neighbor 
For good or for evil, as thou may 
direct; 

Then let thy example, without fear 
or favor. 

Be such as to merit his love and re- 
spect. 

Thy thoughts, they are things often 
caught by another, 
While passive, and brain in a re- 
ceptive plight. 
Thus thou art the keeper oft-times of 
thy brother, 
Then keep thy thoughts pure that 
thou guide him aright. 

There is a strong sympathy binding 
together 
With magnetic power the whole 
human race; 



It winds through each heart a mj 
terious tether, 
In every kind action its presen 
we trace. 



ri 



It winds through the hearts of ea|iy 
land and each nation. 
While sojourning here on tbj 
earthly domain, [ 

And when our friends pass to th| 
bright spirit station 
That chord reaches out and unit! 
us again. ! 

No matter how high or how hum! 
our calling. 
Our thoughts and our actions tf 
world will impress; 
If noble and pure, lift up those w 
are falling. 
And charm with a power the whc; 
world to bless. 

But all impure thoughts, selfish deet! 
unkind actions. 
Are felt everywhere on that ma 
netic wave; 
A message is sent on that chord 
attraction. 
Impressing its victims from crac 
to grave. [ 

Then through loving thoughts let 
influence others 
And hold them, through kindne 
that magnetic chain 
And likewise acknowledge all m\ 
as our brothers, 
And raise them through love : 
a high moral plane. 



That magnetic chord, with its stro 
mystic tether. 
Hath bridged o'er the chasm 
that world beyond; 
And through loving thoughts we c 
soon call together 
Those who are in spirit, w 
promptly respond. 



GUARD WELL THY THOUGH 

Thy actions are an index of t, 
thoughts. 
Thy countenance a symbol of 1 
heart. 



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thou wouldst be without a stain 

or blot, 
rhen bid all impure thoughts from 

thee depart. 

y mind upon thy body deep and 

strong 
s stamped so all who heed the 

marks may find 
e impress of its lines for right or 

wrong; 
jThy destiny is governed by thy 

mind. 

iulge no evil thoughts, they weave 

a chain 
vVhose subtle links thou ever will 

deplore, 
t none but pure thoughts in thy 

heart remain, 
f^nd thou on wings of love will 

safely soar. 

an I control my thoughts?" thou 
fain would ask. 

Zes! If thou place thy moral bea- 
con high, 

will soon become a very easy task. 

And will become a pleasure by and 
by. 

lis motto place upon thy beacon 

light; 
Truth, Virtue, Honor, Charity and 

Love; 
^d always keep it in thy memory 

bright, 
'And it a perfect talisman will prove. 

id thus, if evil thoughts come to 

, thy mind. 

To shun the cause will drive them 

all away, 
ly talisman will then be ever kind, 
And give thee strength to conquer 

day by day. 

passing bird may light upon thy 
f head; 
Thou dost not have to let it there 

remain, 
ne thrust and it will very soon have 
: fled, 
'And it will never trouble thee again. 

he firm resolve of a determined soul 
Will stop opposing forces, soon or 
late; 



No circumstances will hinder or con- 
trol; 
No power as the human will so 
great. 

No obstacle can stay the mighty force 
Of Mississippi's waters to the sea, 
Or stop the earth from moving in its 
course; 
A mighty will hath fixed their des- 
tiny. 

Likewise, he who succeeds and wins 
the goal 
Is he whose honest purpose never 
swerves; 
Whose thoughts and acts the one 
great aim control, 
Eternal justice brings what he de- 
serves. 



COMPEND OF THE DOCTRINE 
OF PREDESTINATION 

The author believes in the free moral 
agency of man and wrote the following 
lines to more vividly show the absurdity 
of the doctrine of predestination. 

When God made man it was his will 

That part of his creation 
Should wear a magic coat of mail, 

And fill his heavenly station; 

The rest he doomed to endless flames. 
Where they cannot expire; 

He Satan made, to list their names, 
And kindle up the fire. 

Those who are chosen, fore-ordained. 

For heaven are elected; 
By will or acts they cannot change 

The end for them selected. 

He fore-ordained for each a trail. 
He's bound that they shall track it; 

He clothes each with a coat of mail, 
A magic iron jacket. 

Those magic jackets are so nice, 
A charming thing to wear, sir; 

If born in one it will suffice. 

You'll have no cross to bear, sir. 

If you should murmur or complain 
And should refuse to wear it, 



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Your murmuring will be in vain, 
Me'll make you grm and bear it. 

From his decree there's no appeal; 

All those whom he selected 
Can murder, lie, and cheat, and steal, 

And will not be rejected. 

For when they die and heavenward 
sail, 

Should Satan overtake them 
And see their magic coats of mail, 

He'll very soon forsake them. 

If you are chosen prior to birth, 
And heaven made your portioii. 

Your privileges here on earth 
Are boundless as the ocean; 

To get much cash and pleasures too, 

No matter how selected. 
If you'll be sure, what e'er you do, 

That you are not detected. 

Then why should preachers waste 
their breath. 

Except for earthly union? 
It will not change you after death. 

Your portion or communion. 

If you are one of God's elect. 
Blest will be yoUr condition, 

Bui if he did not you select 
You'll go down to perdition. 



THE THREE WISHES 
Three boys their wishes did express; 

One dark, with brilliant curling hair; 
One tall, erect, with bland address; 

One unassuming, calm and fair. 

"I wish," quoth he with curling hair, 
"For wealth, for gold, and courtly 
life; 
Were I a wealthy millionaire 

All maids would wish to be my 
wife." 

"I wish for fame throughout the 
earth," 
The tall one said, with bland ad- 
dress; 
"An heiress wed, of noble birth. 
Who will by acts her love confess." 



Then gently spoke the third and s 

"I wish for love; a loving wife; 

If trials come and tears be shed, ,,t 



True love will soothe the trials 
life." 



iie 



I'' 



Years passed, again there chanced' 
be 

Three men, and all were bowed v, 
years, 
Relating each his destiny. 

His joys through life, also his te^ie 

Thus spoke the one with curling h 
"My wealth of jewels, and my g( 

Attracted one with stately air, 
Who loves me not since I am ol 



jie 



"Fame is not all," the tall one sighf 
"Her empty bubbles bring no re 

She brought to me an heiress bri 
I cannot brook her vain behest." 

Then gently said the third: "My j, 
Hath neither wealth nor fame sil 
plied, ^ 

But I am loved, and love my w 
Am happy, and am satisfied." 



THE GIRL AND WHAT SHfi 
LIKES 

A part of the girls, seven days of 1 

week. 
Like a wee bit of powder and pa 

on their cheek, 
And like to make frizzes and curls 

their hair. 
And wear pretty clothes to make th( 

look fair. 



And some of them like the bicycle 

ride, 
And have their best fellow to ride 

their side. 
While some of them like to sit 

late at night 
And get their hair mussed, till it 

in bad plight. 

And others, still, like to be walki 

the street. 
And make many mashes on bol 

whom they meet, 
And have not a care whose affectio 

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ily that they can catch them, re- 
gardless of right. 

t the girl who is thoughtful, hon- 
est and true, 

e seeks but one fellow; she thinks 
one will do; 

id he must be honest, be manly, and 
just, 

id true to his promises, true to his 
trust. 

le likes in the morning to rise witR" 

the sun 
id help her mamma till the work is 

all done. 
|e then fixes up, after playing the 
' cook, 
^id practices music, or reads a good 

book. 

^le likes to attend Sabbath school 

the year round, 
id when Sunday comes, at the 

church she is found. 
•e likes to dress well, but is vain 

not at all, 
id she always is loved and respected 

by all. 

Je likes to ask mamma's advice all 

about 
'ho are fit companions to be w,ith 

when out. 
'ith kind words and smiles always 

sweetens her life. 
, such is the girl who will make a 

good wife. 



THE FIRST WEDDING 

''e read in the Bible, as all should 

know, 
od made the first girl, she did not 
I grow, 
es, made her; though some folks 

pronounce it a fib, 
hough plainly it says she was made 

from a rib. 

he rib was taken from Adam's left 

side 
Ahile he was fast sleeping — sure he 
' might have died, 
:e did not, for sure as the story I 

tell, 



When he did awaken his side wa» 
quite well. 

He opened his eyes and beheld with 
surprise 

A beautiful maiden, with bright beam- 
ing eyes. 

And curls so bewitching her brow did 
relieve, 

A model of beauty; he called her 
name Eve. 

Now Cupid was ready for playing his 

part. 
For he had been with fair Eve from 

the start; 
With bow and with arrow concealed 

in a curl. 
He always lay ready her love darts 

to hurl. 

Now Eve upon Adam quite soon inade 

a mash. 
Gave Cupid the hint, and he made a 

bold dash; 
He leveled his bow and he sent a 

keen dart 
That pierced Adam deeply, far down 
in the heart. 

Then Adam in tones that were almost 

divine 
Said: "Sweet, charming Eve, wilt 

thou ever be mine?" 
She gave her consent, but she thought 

it quite fair 
That half of the time she the breeches 

should wear. 

Then Adam a grape vine did quickly 

prepare 
Between two nice fig trees suspended 

in air; 
They joined their right hands, he 

was tall and she plump. 
And then they together the grape 

vine did jump. 

And then made a vow that they 

sealed with a kiss. 
Together to live in contentment and 

bliss; 
That each share the joys and the 

sorrows of life; 
That he be her husband and she be 

his wife. 



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Then all things went lovely and well 

on the start; 
While honeymoon lasted they lived 

heart to heart. 
She loved Adam dearly, with him 

gladly stayed; 
While Adam thought her the best 

thing ever made. 

God planted a garden supplying their 

needs 
And gave them to care for, and keep 

down the weeds; 
A fine tree of knowledge, in bearing 

complete. 
But said of its fruit they were never 

to eat. 

Now that tree of knowledge was nice 

to behold, 
With beautiful fruit that held curses 

untold. 
And God gave this order, to pass its 

fruit by 
For "the day that thou eatest thou 
surely shalt die." 

Now Adam attended that garden with 

care. 
While Eve played around and fell 

into a snare; 
Quite ready for gossip or pleasure 

to take; 
And Satan came around in the shape 

of a snake. 

"My dear Madam Eve," he compla- 
cently said, 

"This is a fine garden from which 
you are fed. 

And that tree of knowledge, such 
beautiful fruit. 

You'll be wise as God if its fruit you 
will eat." 

Then Eve plucked the fruit and it 

tasted so fair 
She thought it quite time she the 

breeches should wear. 
She gave it to Adam and bade him 

partake. 
He yielded, and Eve was beguiled by 

the snake. 

That nice fruit of knowledge soon 
opened their eyes 



To their nude condition, and the 

great surprise. 
Not being content with their natur 

rig 
They made themselves aprons 

leaves of the fig. 

Then God came around that fine gaj^ 

den to view 
And see if his children were faithf''' 

and true; 
He then called for Adam, but th(f 

both had run 
And hid, while repenting of what th 

had done. 

Then God called for Adam, "O whe:^ 

hast thou been?" 
Then they both came creeping ot 

bowed down with sin. 
Said Adam, "The woman, that lovejr 

helpmeet. 
She plucked the ripe fruit, sir, she thf 

bade me eat." 

I 
Then God said to Adam, "Forevci 

I vow, 
Thou shalt eat thy bread by the swee 

of thy brow; 
And Eve, thou shalt serve him tl' 

days of thy life. 
Thy husband shall rule thee whilj 

thou art his wife." 

t 

Then Eve soon protested against th 

decree, 
And still keeps contending that sh 

shall be free, 
And have her own servants, and li\ 

at her ease. 
And put on the breeches wheneve 

she please. 
But Adam quite often puts in a pre 

test. 
And claims that the breeches fit hii 

much the best; 
And holds to the breeches and make 

it quite plain 
That Eve must let go, or they'll ren' 

them in twain. 



1 



That old Bible story, I think, is un, 

fair. 
Gives women more blame than goo 

women should bear. 



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jr men without women would die 

in despair, 
-cm this lovely world they would 

soon disappear. 

or woman, God bless her, is oftener 
true 

ban man, to good morals, and what 
she may do. 

nd woman's influence, though fet- 
tered its course, 

/ith great moral power moves the 

r world by its force. 



PSEUDO— CHRISTIAN 

■0 the man zvho prays for his neigh- 
bors and brothers, but votes to license 
the sale of intoxicants to drag them 
down to hell. 

tis sad to reflect on your moral con- 
dition. 
You pose as a moral example to- 
day. 

'ou surely are on the broad road to 

] perdition, 
You need moral courage to vote 

I as you pray. 

four sordid desire for wealth and 

position, 
, Is searing your conscience, your 

vote is for self, 
ro save your own purse, without 

fear or contrition, 
You sacrifice neighbors, for lucre 

and pelf, 

iy voting for license you give to 
^ another, 

A weapon for death for it kills by 
degrees, 
\.nd say, "Here's your victims, my 
neighbor- and brothers, 
Your license is ready, go kill whom 
you please." 

rhe crime rests with you when you 
" license another. 

And sell your poor soul, your own 
cofifers to fill, 
^ou thus press the cup to the lips 
) of your brother, 
The cup that contains all the hor- 
rors of hell. 



Then rise above self and throw oflf 
party thralldom. 
Behold the vast legions you're help- 
ing to slay. 
While Satan is after their souls to 
install them, 
Then you will have courage to 
vote as you pray. 

Not he who says, "Lord, Lord," ih 
always rewarded, 
And decked with a crown, that was 
made for the just, 
But he who the weak, and the needy, 
hath guarded. 
And brightened their lives, will be 
crowned with the blest. 

Then woe to the man. who, to save 
his own treasure. 
Will license another whose aims 
are not good. 
To deal out destruction and death, at 
his pleasure, 
And thus rob his victims of money 
and blood. 

Then do your whole duty to those 
who are falling, 
Too weak to resist it, O, tempt 
them no more, 
But strangle the serpent whose wiles 
are enthralling 
And slaying his victims by thou- 
sands galore. 

Close up the saloon, 'tis a nursery of 
evil, 
A school to make drunkards, where 
thousands have fell, 
A real kindergarten of crime for the 
devil. 
A hot bed preparing his victims 
for hell. 

O work, brothers, work, while your 
life lamp is burning, 
And use every efifort, the weak ones 
to save. 
Remove every snare, that to evil is 
turning. 
And never cease working this side 
of the grave. 



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AN ANSWER TO THE ASSER- 
TION THAT PROHIBITION 
DOES NOT PROHIBIT 

Does any law prohibit, every crime 
it would prevent, 

Does everyone obey the laws, to their 
fullest extent. 

If so this country soon would have 
a perfect government. 
And this land a heaven would ex- 
hibit. 

Laws to prohibit murder do not all 
murders prevent, 

We still have willful murders to an 
alarming extent, 

For some, regardless of all law, are 
upon murder bent, 
And laws do not fully crime pro- 
hibit. 

Laws to prohibit stealing do nor stop 
it, thieves are bold. 

We still have stealing, right and left, 
as people did of old, 

It is regardless of the laws, increas- 
ing manifold. 
And yet would you all the laws 
repeal, sir. 

If this fair land of freedom had nc 

laws to check the crimes. 
Its grief and woe would greater be 

than that of other climes. 
And we would have a hell on earth, 

instead of prosperous times, 
No power to protect the public 

weal, sir. 

Then would you license murderers 

and tell them all is well, 
If they will pay a licence fee, the 

city's fund to swell. 
Because you cannot stop it would you 

make this world a hell. 
Get blood money for a license fee, 

sir. 



Wise laws made to prohibit and sup 

press the liquor trade. 
Have proven as effectual as othe 

laws that's made. 
If not suppressed entirely, 'tis crip] 

pled and delayed, 
Which lessens the crimes withiil 

the city. 



The model town or city is not curset 

with a saloon, 
Built up by people who regard so 

briety a boon, 
Such towns are less afflicted with th(j 

bawdy and buffoon. 
Have less pauper families to pity. 

You'd better license stealing than sa- 
loons with liquor rife. 

Thieves only take your property, sa.; 
loons will take your life, 

Disgrace your orphan children anci 

impoverish your wife. 

And you fill a drunkard's grave fori 

ever. 



For when you license a saloon yoti 

license murder too, 
For men who drink at the saloon willj 

sooner crime pursue, 
It lowers their moral powers, it theii 

honor will undo. 
And stifle their every good eni- 

deavor. 



Not one redeeming feature of saloons 

have you to tell. 
For they defy all righteous laws, 

the Sabbath day as well. 
They blight the very atmosphere, and 

drag men down to hell. 
And that's why the people all shouldl 

shun them. 



Because laws do not stop it would The history of the saloon is strewn 



you license men to steal. 
Laws wise and just made in the past, 

such laws would you repeal. 
And license men to rob and steal. 

against the public weal. 
Because they will pay a license fee, 

sir. 



with blood and tears. 
With crime, rapine, and misery, for 

lo. these many years, 
They fill the jails and prisons, with 

their liquor and their beers. 
And surely degrade the men who 

run them. 



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51 



THE SWEET KANKAKEE 

The author otviied a farm near the 
'■Cankakee river and zi'as so charmed 
vith the beautiful valley and its pros- 
pects and possibilities, that the follow- 
ng lines zvere the sequence. 

Tis sweet to reflect on the scenes of 
my childhood, 
As often fond memory brings them 
to view, 
rhe beautiful prairies, the grove with 
its wildwood, 
The creek in the valley, where wild 
flowers grew. 

rhe spring and the lawn, where 1 
with my brothers 
So many times played with a rap- 
turous glee, 
The grove where I many tim.es met 
with another. 
Whose radiant smile still brings 
pleasure to me. 

Now other scenes greet me, quite 
lovely and charming, 
With beautiful groves wrapt in ver- 
dure so green, 
A valley extensive, a haven for farm- 
ing, 
A beautiful river, meandering is 
■ seen. 
And on the green banks of that beau- 
tiful river, 
A beautiful city stands, charming to 
see. 
An island, the work of the bountiful 

giver. 
' That river was christened the sweet 
Kankakee. 

That valley, the once paradise of the 
hunter. 
With tent, dog, and gun he would 
sally with glee, 
Is being transformed quite according 

to Gunter, 
^ They're draining its lands, to the 
sweet Kankakee. 

That beautiful river, with rock for 
its pillow, 
Hath green mossy banks, that are 
fair to behold. 



And bright sparkling water, with 
scarcely a billow. 
So placid that fishes do sparkle like 
gold. 

And fishes and fishermen love that 
sweet river, 
A fisherman's haven 'tis destined 
to be. 
And fish of fine quality you will dis- 
cover, 
If ever you fish in the sweet Kan- 
kakee. 

That beautiful island hath charms 
beyond measure, 
By nature bestowed with a bounti- 
ful hand. 
No place can compare as an Eden of 
pleasure, 
With that lovely park, 'tis the best 
in the land. 

Momence on both banks of the stream 
is reclining. 
The island and river reposing be- 
tween, 
With beautiful buildings and streets 
all combining. 
Presents the beholder a beautiful 
scene. 

O, beautiful valley thy charms beyond 
measure 
Have fallen a mantle, that rests 
upon me, 
O, beautiful river, 'tis surely a pleas- 
ure. 
To dwell on the banks of the sweet 
Kankakee. 



WE ALL WEAR CLOAKS 

The author calls attention to the fact 
that the follozving lines do not apply in 
all cases, but it is a lamentable fact that 
there is more truth than poetry in them. 
There is another song extant that runs 
in the same lines, but with different 
words, but uses the same chorus. 

My friends come and list while I sing 

you a song, 
And tell you how people of late get 

along; 



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'Tis true I declare without any joke, 
The world of mankind, one and all, 
wear a cloak. 

Chorus: 

And we all wear cloaks, we all wear 

cloaks, 
To be in the fashion, we all wear 

cloaks. 

In the garden of Eden old Satan you 
see, 

Told Eve to partake of the fruit of 
the tree. 

He told her to eat and be wiser to- 
morrow. 

Then oflf went his cloak, and he left 
her in sorrow. 

O, there is the Preacher, your name 

he'll enroll. 
He tells you he'll preach for the good 

of your soul, 
To fill up his coffers if you should 

decline. 
Then off goes his cloak, and he soon 

will resign. 

O, there is the lawyer, and what careth 

he. 
To plead for his client, except for a 

fee, 
He'll talk, and he'll blarney, he'll gas, 

and he'll croak. 
When he's got all your money, then 

ofif goes his cloak. 

You call in the doctor, to cure your 

disease, 
He tells you that thing he can do 

with great ease, 
But if he should learn that you're 

poor, bye the bye, 
Then oflf goes his cloak, and he leaves 

you to die. 

O, there is the merchant, both sly 

and discreet, 
Extending his hand, like a friend you 

he'll greet. 
While driving a bargain cracks many 

a joke, 
But gets all your money and still 

wears his cloak. 



The ladies of late they will fix up 

their hair. 
And paint up their faces, to make 

them look fair, 
And flatter with tongues that are 

loose at each end. 
But it's only a cloak to ensnare the 

young men. 

The young men say they will not 

single remain. 
When trying young ladies' aflfection 

to gain. 
They woo, and caress and declare it 

no sin, 
But it's often a cloak to wrap young 

ladies in. 

The bland office seeker says, "How 

do you do, 
My dear sir, I really am glad to see , 

you," 
But if he's elected 'tis not as before. 
Then ofif goes his cloak and he knows 

you no more. 

While farmers are often both honest 

and true, 
Too honest to ever take more than 

their due. 
When selling their products, I frankly 

must state. 
That some wear a cloak, while they 

cheat you in weight. 

Now friends I will say, without any 

joke. 
Too many of late wear a very long 

cloak. 
And also I'll say, before closing my 

song, 
I wear a cloak myself, but it's not 

quite so long. 



FOR THE INDIAN GROVE 
REVIEW 

(Lines by the author for the Indian 
Grove Lyceum paper, while editor for 
the same.) 

Let all who wish our paper well. 

Contribute largely to it. 
Enabling it the news to tell, 

'T will then be sure to do it. 



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Let each one wield the mighty pen, 
The current news to give us, 

Write very often if you can, 
'T will very much relieve us. 

Deal kindly toward all alike. 

Lest some one should resent it, 

And you a tender chord should strike. 
And then oft times repent it. . 

When writing, proper subjects choose, 
And write your items quickly. 

That we may publish all the news, 
Let items come in thickly. 

Let no one swerve from duty's path. 
For all should pull together; 

Let nothing kindle up your wrath, 
Treat each one like a brother. 

Then peace and happiness will reign. 

And all will profit by it. 
Then friends come join, you've much 
to gain. 

Write down your names and try it. 



THE TIPPECANOE 

A beautiful river in Indiana. 

In bright golden autumn, at dawn of 
the morning, 
All nature was clothed in a mantle 
of dew, 
I hied me away to the country adorn- 
ing 
That beautiful river, — the Tippe- 
canoe. 



We heard it in song, and we read 
it in story. 
How sparkling that river, and lovely 
to view, 
I found her still clothed in the mantle 
of glory. 
That long ago fell on the Tippe- 
canoe. 



Her rich mossy banks are too high 
for o'erflowing. 
Her farms and her forests are fair 
to behold. 
Her clear sparkling water so gently 
is flowing, 
That fishes and pebbles do sparkTe 
like gold. 

Her towns and her cities all seem 
to be moving. 
And speeding along in prosperity's 
track. 
But foremost of all in the race of 
improving. 
Is the beautiful city, the fair Wina- 
mac. 

That city has dwellings, ilke mansions 
elysian. 
Macadamized streets, that are fair to 
behold; 
Her beautiful court house, a charm to 
the vision, 
A spring that has health giving 
treasures untold. 

She sits on the bank of the beautiful 
river, 
No city more comely, or fairer to 
view. 
Her seat was designed by the boun- 
tiful giver. 
And now she is queen of the Tippe- 
canoe. 

I've traveled the west to the coast, 
o'er the mountain, 
And sweet sunny South, I have 
traveled there, too. 
I've seen sparkling rivers that gushed 
from a fountain. 
But none had the charms of the 
Tippecanoe. 

Some go to the West, simply seek- 
ing for treasure. 
While many go south, failing health 
to renew. 
But I, for the blessings of profit and 
pleasure. 
Would dwell on the banks of the 
Tippecanoe. 



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MISSOURI 

Sung to the tune of "Marching Through 
Georgia." 

The great State of Missouri is lovely 
to behold, 

Her hills and fertile valleys yield a 
vast amount of gold, 

Her mines and fertile prairies yield- 
ing countless wealth untold; 

And that's why I'm going to Missouri. 

Chorus: 

Hurrah! Hurrah! Missouri's on the 

boom, 
Hurrah! Hurrah! High up she's 

bound to loom, 
For thousands, now, are going there, 

to settle while there's room; 
And that's what's the matter with 

Missouri.. 

The cruel war swept over her — de- 
vastated her farms. 

Retarded her development — bedimmed 
her many charms, 

And now she stands, inviting us to 
come, with open arms, 

And settle in the good old State Mis- 
souri. 

Her people are quite chivalrous, and 

courteous, and plain. 
Hospitable and sociable, to all in her 

domain, 
And when you view her landscape 

o'er you will go back again, 
And buy you a home in Old Missouri. 

Her rainfall for the past ten years 
has averaged thirty-eight. 

While Illinois was thirty-five, which 
is a lower rate 

And Iowa was thirty, which is less than 
either State ; 

And that's why I'm going to Mis- 
souri. 

Her mountains with their many 
charms are now a bounteous 
field, 

With climate mild, salubrious, for 
health a mighty shield. 



Their live stock, fruit and minerals|| 

make an enormous yield. 
Inviting her thousands to Missouri. 

Great fields of corn, and grass, and] 
fruit, on her fair bosom rest. 

Much coal and other minerals, con- 
cealed within her breast. 

For products taken as a whole, Mis- 
souri is the best; 

And that's wh}^ I'm going to Mis- 
souri. 

She stands the peer of many states, 
in unencumbered farms. 

Of Iowa and Illinois and Kansas with 
her storms, 

In live stock, grain, and grass, and 
fruit, she has so many charms, 

That thousands are buying in Mis- 
souri. 

At the World's Fair, Chicago, she 
stood bravely at the head. 

In numbers, and in quality, there all 
the states she led; 

More prizes won than any state, with 
her fine catchy spread, 

And caught many settlers for Mis- 
souri. 

Her prizes won at Omaha, were just 
and truly great. 

On agriculture and live stock, were 
more than any state. 

For her display at St. Louis, the anx- 
ious world now wait. 

Then, all want to visit Old Missouri. 

Dame Nature greatly favored her, and 
countless blesings sent. 

Diversified her products, to a wonder- 
ful extent. 

So she can live, within herself, and 
prosper in content, 

And be independent Old Missouri. 

The mighty Mississippi gently sweeps 
her eastern shore. 

The majestic Missouri through her 
fertile valleys pour, 

No state within the middle west, of 
cheap freight rates so sure, 

As now is the good Old State Mis- 
souri. 



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55 



She has some famous cities thj.t for 

beauty do excel, 
As marts of trade are at the front, 

as her statistics tell. 
For business and pleasure, splendid 

homes in which to dwell, 
Are those lovely cities of Missouri. 

Her lands will all appreciate, and 
prices soon will b'lom, 

.^ nd level up with ^'^ne. .spates who 
lon^T have had a boom, 

\nd rea^^-h the hundred dollar mark, 
then all will wish for room. 

To settle in the croj-l old s'-ate Mis- 
souri. 

I've traveled over many states, their 

farming lands to test, 
And at current prices think Missouri 

land the best. 
If you want wealth and pleasure, and 

a social place to rest, 
Then settle in the good old state 

Missouri. 



ARKANSAS 



(Sung to the tune, "Tramp, Tramp, the 
Boys are Marching.") 

There's a grand southwestern state, 

that is looming up of late. 
And the Mississippi's waters kiss her 

shore; 
Her resources now are great, more 

than many other states, 
And her immigrants are coming more 

and more. 

Chorus: 



For prosperity's her cry, for her flag 

her sons would die. 
And her people brave and generous 

and true. 



Then her climate is so nice, that she 

has but little ice, 
And for agriculture none can her defy; 

defy; 
Fertile prairies that are nice, very, 

very low in price. 
That will pay enormous profits by 

and by. 

Crops are so diversified, she can cul- 
tivate with pride. 

Many fruits, and many kinds of grass, 
for hay; 

All cereals growing wide, corn and 
cotton side by side. 

She can raise most any crop and 
make it pa}^ 

As a live stock growing state, her 

Angora goats of late, 
Cattle, horses, mules and hogs, good 

profits pay; 
Ten months grazing is the rate, little 

feeding in the state, 
And a good home market for them 

any day. 

And her timber is so fine, walnut, 

hickory, oak, and pine. 
Many other kinds upon her vales and 

hills, 
If to lumber you incline, there the 

chance is superfine. 
And a splendid source of revenue for 

mills. 



Tramp, tramp, thousands now are 

marching, 
There to settle while there's room; 
On her fertile prairies wide, they can 

settle side by side. 
And be happy in their new Arkansas 

home. 

There are many reasons why, you 
should go at once and buy. 

Now there's splendid opportunity for 
you. 



And her present milling force, in its 

infancy of course. 
But a portion of her timber will 

consume; 
Leaving forests still in course, for a 

future milling force. 
And for future milling interests plenty 

room. 

She has coal a boundless field, in her 

bosom yet concealed, 
Cannel, anthracite, bituminous as well, 



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Other ores a countless yield, she's a 
glorious mining field, 

That will soon her wealth and popu- 
lation swell. 



For homeseekers now incline, to bej 

crowding into line, 
And are marching to Arkansas for 

a home. 



In her beautiful confines, she has 

ores of many kinds. 
Iron, zinc and lead, and carbonates 

as well, 
And her splendid railroad lines, will 

develop many mines ; 
Her own oil and gas the engines will 

propel. 

And her hills and mountains fair, with 

their mild and balmy air, 
Have commercial orchards, many 

that are fine, 
Her fine fruits and berries rare, extra 

prices always bear. 
And she soon will lead all states in 

grapes and wine. 

She has building stone that's great, 

splendid marble in the state, 
For a mansion when a fortune you 

have made. 
Which is possible of late if you settle 

in the state, 
And you understand the rudiments 

of trade. 

She has much wild game that's nice, 

you can get at your own price, 
If you are an old expert with trap 

and gun; 
And for fishing she'll suffice, she's 

a hunter's paradise, 
Where the profits will be large also 

the fun. 

And her famous health resorts are a 
most important part. 

And their healthful waters better far 
than gold, 

Will give vigor to your heart, and 
good health to you impart, 

And prevent you prematurely grow- 
ing old. 

O, Arkansas thou art fine, thy re- 
sources all combine, 

And predict for thee a glorious time 
to come; 



RIVERDALE 



I stopped in dear old Springfield one'\ 

pleasant, balmy day, 
And rode with S. E. Prather, to his 

farm, six miles away. 
The fine Short Horns I there beheld, 

will with my memory stay; 
They were the best that I have seen 

for many, many a day. 

'Twas in the land of plenty, where the 

Indian in his pride; 
With bow and gun the forest roved, 

and in canoe did ride; 
Where Lincoln built his flat-boat, and 

the rolling waves defied, 
'Tis now the white man's paradise, and 1 

bounteous crops provide. | 

'Twas in that land of plenty, by the 

lovely river side. 
Young Prather, in the glow of youth, 

came with his blooming bride, v,| 
And settled on a charming hill, above 

the fertile vale; 
With courage built his splendid farm, 

now known as Riverdale. ( 

The view from near the mansion is en- 
chanting to the eye; m 
A lovely vale, and then beyond, a forest 

mounting high. 
Is kissed by crystal waters of that clear ' i 

and sparkling stream ; i 

A landscape so alluring, that it haunts ] 

me like a dream. i 

That lovely vale was all bedecked with 

bounteous crops of corn ; 
The yield immense, with foliage the 

landscape to adorn. 
The scene would please a critic, and 

would cheer the most forlorn ; 
I've met no scene more lovely, since the 

day that I was born. 

I turned and viewed the highlana;-, and 
beheld a lovely scene 



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_0f verdant pastures, gently rolling, 
clothed in lovely green. 

Here roved the famous Short Horns, 
grand and noble, calm, serene; 

The choice of Scotland's breeding 
herds, no better to be seen. 

'\f: King of the herd at Riverdale, for color, 

blood and size, 
i*And quality, is grand, superb, a beauty, 
I a surprise ! 

\^The offspring rank among the best, for 

they are superfine, 
I And soon will be to Riverdale, a gold 

and silver mine. 

Could I call back the fleeting years ol 
^, pleasure, joy and strife, 

And purchase lovely Riverdale, I'd settle 
there for life, 
) In that fair land of plenty, and at Riv- 
erdale would dwell. 
And breed those famous Short Horns, 
whose worth we know so well. 

Oh, thou blest land of plenty, thou hast 

power to enchant ; 
Thy landscape so alluring, my memory 

they haunt. 
Thy verdant hills and valleys, and thy 
y sparkling crystal stream, 

Hath charmed my waking vision, and 

they haunt me when I dream. 



|. THE WIRELESS PIANO 

Sung to the tune of "Marching Through 
' Georgia." 

Music lovers all rejoice, the youth, 
also the sage, 

' Now we have an instument, the won- 
der of the age, 

'^ Wireless pianos will be always on 
the stage. 

k, Grand is the wireless piano. 

Chorus: 

Hurrah! Hurrah! herald the great 

success, 
Hurrah ! Hurrah ! proclaim it through 

the press. 



I. F. Gilmore, the inventor, came the 

world to bless, 
With his wireless piano. 
Wireless pianos are to man a precious 

boon, 
Charming with a lovely voice, will 

always stay in tune, 
When you hear the music you will 

buy one very soon. 
All want a wireless piano. 

Money saved for tuning is an item 

all will heed. 
Always will be ready when good 

music you will need, 
Costing little money, an important 

fact, indeed. 
All want a wireless piano. 

Old wire pianos are so often out of 

tune, 
Cost so much for tuning, you get 

tired of it soon. 
Wireless pianos ready morning, night 

and noon. 
All want a wireless piano. 

Ready and in perfect tune, with golden 
tones so neat, 

Lovely voice, enchantingly melliflu- 
ous and sweet. 

Charms the rhythm of the soul with 
melody complete. 
Such is the wireless piano. 

(The zvireless piano was invented by 
Ira F. Gilmore. For any information 
in regard to the same, address him at 
Blooming ton, III.) 



TO MISS SARAH C. BIRDSELL, 
MY FUTURE WIFE 

There is an ideal of my heart, 
Whose lovely face methinks I see. 

Is she content that we're apart. 
Or does she often think of me? 

Love seemed her banner to unfurl. 
When first my ideal I did see, 

She seemed with lightning's force to 
hurl, 
Young Cupid's darts direct at me. 



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Had I the pinions of a dove, 
I'd gladly to her bower soar, 

And softly whisper to my love, 

When she did least expect me there. 

I'd go at midnight's silent hour, 

When she was wrapped in Sleep's 
embrace. 

By aid of moonlight in her bower, 
I'd gaze upon her lovely face. 

And there I'd whisper words of love, 
Of love for her, that is divine, 

Inspired bj' angels from above, 
I'd ask my loved one to be mine. 

Since she has pierced me with the 
dart. 

In her kind words I will confide. 
If Cupid fairly plays his part. 

Old Time will give to me a bride. 

The above lines zveve iwitten to Miss 
Birdsell, his future ivife, in 1855, when 
the author zms at school at the Wes- 
leyan University, Bloomington, Illi- 
nois. 



TO MY FIRST WIFE, WHEN 
ABSENT FROM HOME 

Whene'er thou art in other lands. 
And other friends surround thee. 

When thou art grasping other hands. 
And other ties do bind thee. 

When other thoughts engage thy 

mind. 
And other friends caress thee, 
O, may thy spirit truly find. 
My heart is there to bless thee. 

Then would'st thou ever think of me, 
Thy true and constant lover, 

O, may sweet thoughts encompass 
thee, 
And cause thee to uncover. 

A love for me within thy heart, 
Sweet incense e'er disclosing. 

That never, never will depart. 
Eternally reposing. 



May happiness remain with thee, 
Thy heart receive a blessing, 

Thy confidence repose in me, 
'Twill keep our hearts caressing. 

For loved one, thou wilt ever find. 
The love I have to give thee. 

Is true and constant, ever kind, 
And always will be with thee. 



.. 



MY DEAR LITTLE FAMILY ] 

I'll ne'er forget the day we met, 'twas 

in the mild September, L 

Her hair was dark, although not black,' 

as I quite well remember, \ 

She was so sweet, so blithe and gay,' 

she filled my heart's desire, 
I fell a victim to her charms, the kind ! 

that I admire. 

She charmed my life till sixty-four, 

she looked to be but thirty, 
She weighed about a hundred pounds, 

and I thought her a beauty. 
Her face and features smooth and fine, 

her eyes quite dark and jetty. 
Her tongue was fluently inclined, in 

conversation witty. 

\ 
Her body exquisitely formed and she 

was quite athletic. 
The thought that she too must grow 

old to me it was pathetic, ! 

Her shoe was less than number two, 

her glove the size to match it. *(' 
Whate'er she undertook to do, like 

lightning she dispatched it. , 

A natural artist from her birth, for she* 

with no designing. 
Could paint a picture perfectly, with, 

all its parts combining. 
To form a perfect masterpiece, with, 

light and shade so blended, \ 
That nature was exemplified, her work 

is really splendid. 

She was but thirteen when we met ' 
and Cupid would not tarry. 

For she was handsome, lovely, bright, 
at fifteen we did marry. 

Well has she done her part to keep 
the ship of finance floating. 



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And by her cheerful handiwork, every 

f, success promoting. 

But oh, the bitter change that came, 

death robbed me of my treasure, 
'The days now seem like lonely years, 

my grief beyond all measure, 
My loved ones all have passed away 

and crossed the stormy river. 
To dwell in spheres of love and light, 

with joy and peace forever. 

If 

And oh, the joys that once were mine, 
I*' dear wife and children with me, 

I When trials came their love and care 
I soon blest me and relieved me 

Our children were of daughters two, 
'^ our sons were three in number, 

I They all were handsome, bright and 
iV- fair, as well we all remember. 



^^With talent fine, and voices sweet, on 
I organ or piano, 

They played superbly and complete 
and Birdsell sang soprano, 
"\While Cora played the instrument 
and sang the air completely. 
Their Pa sang bass, and dear Estella 
sang the alto sweetly. 
> 

When Papa played the violin, one of 
^ the three attended. 

And played a second part with him 
, with chords that sweetly blended. 
The sweet guitar with tones so neat, 
they all played when at leisure, 
Our lives were pleasant then and 
Y sweet 
And filled with joy and pleasure. 

Could I roll back the wheels of time 
with those sweet days of 
pleasure, 
1 My ecstacy would be sublime, my 

joy beyond all measure, 
»But greater will my pleasure be, when 

I the spheres ascending, 
Shall with my loved ones ever be, 
midst pleasures never ending. 

Our little Ray and Georgie dear, from 
them 'twas sad to sever. 

While young and tender they were call- 
ed to dwell with Christ forever. 



And oh, the joy, it will be swcei, wnen 
we pass o'er to meet them, 

Our happiness will be complete when 
in the spheres we greet them. 

The above family history zuas written 
Aug. 25, 1906, four days after the 
death of my dear wife. 



THE LOVED ONES AT HOME 

"The Loved Ones at Home" was writ- 
ten in the depot at Quincy, III. While 
sick and lonely the author was wait- 
ing for the train to bear him to loved 
ones at home. 

There's nothing enshrined with such 
loving devotion, 
And cherished with joy in the heart 
as we roam, 
That thrills every heart with such 
tender emotion. 
As those near and dear ones, the 
loved ones at home. 
The exile from home, forced from 
loved ones to sever, 
His heart pierced with sorrow, midst 
strangers to roam, 
Would often give life, and its pros- 
pects forever, 
For one happy day with the loved 
ones at home. 

Chorus: 

O, home, blessed home, where my 
loved ones have blessed me, 
And soothed every sorrow, that 
fell to my lot. 
My heart thrilled with joy when they 
sweetly caressed me. 
Where love dwells is heaven, though 
home be a cot. 

When far, far from home, though in 
May or December, 
No kind friends to greet us and 
none to deplore. 
There's nothing on earth gives such 
joy to remember. 
As loved ones at home on our dear 
native shore, 



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When stern duty calls us on land or 
on ocean. 
And fate a long absence decrees as 
our doom, 
Fond love swells the bosom with 
tender emotion, 
The heart will remain with the 
loved ones at home. 

Those sweet, tender home ties can 
never be shaken, 
Though wander we far to a strange 
distant strand, 
In dreams we revisit the home to 
awaken 
And sigh for our loved ones and 
dear native land. 

Though decked with a crown, in a 
mansion of splendor, 
Away from our dear ones, to them 
cannot come. 
Bereft of their kindness, so loving 
and tender, 
We pine for the smiles of the loved 
ones at home. 

When life's work is done. Oh, may 
loved ones attend me, 
And angels of mercy repair to my 
room. 
And spirits of loved ones be there 
to commend me, 
O, there let me pass to the bright 
spirit home. 

Let patriots honor their hero and 
flourish 
With splendor a monument grand 
o'er his tomb. 
Let mine rest 'neath evergreen, long 
be it cherished. 
Bedewed with the tears of the loved 
ones at home. 



The author has composed music for 
the above lines and it is printed in sheet 
form for piano, a copy of which can be 
obtained of the author, J. F. Myers, for 
fifty cents by addressing him at 924 
West Front Street, Bloomington, III. 



SINCE SHE WENT HOME 

Since she went home a sable pall 

hangs o'er the sun's brigh 

wave. 
The summer winds are singing mourni]_ 

ful requiems o'er her grave, 
The genial rays of summer's sun ob f 

scured and chill and drear, 
And every golden summer day seemt 

like a lonely year. «f 

Since she went home the robin's not i 

has touched a minor strain, % 
The old glad songs of happy day' 

now breathe a sad refrain, 
And cheering words of loving friend r 

now fail my heart to cheer, '| 
And laughter sobs with hidden pai?< 

so bitter to my ear. 



Since she went home her emptj 

rooms are lonely, drear an 

still, 
Are now as quiet as the grave tha 

her dear body fills. 
Untouched the pillow now remains 

that once her dear head pressed 
It seems my lonely heart will break 

has nowhere for its rest. 

Since she went home the long, lon^ 
days have crept away liki 
years. 

The sleepless nights bring little rest 
but many lonely tears. 

The sunlight has been dim witl 
doubts, its rays have failed U 
cheer, y 

The summer's landscape now appeap!! 
like meadows brown and searL 

Since she went home, wilt thou Oj 

God, my wayward foot-stepv 

guide, 
That I may follow duty's path ani;' 

safely stem the tide. 
And cross bold Jordan's stormy wave; 

and o'er them safely ride. 
To meet my loved ones, gone befort' 

and there with them abide. 

When I get home, within that land 
the haven of the blest, 



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lave met my loved ones over there, 
them sweetly have caressed, 

liy joys and bliss will be sublime, I 
with them will abide, 

iy heart will then have found its 
rest and will be satisfied. 

Vritten August 31, ten days after she 
' went home. 



ALONE 

r 

\yritten one week after the decease of 
my dear little zmfe, ivho passed to 
spirit life, Aug. 21, 1906, my children 

i having all passed before. 

■tlone, alone, left all alone, while life's 

dim light holds out to burn, 
iThose dear and loved ones of my 
own, can never in the flesh re- 
turn. 
My heart is filled with dark despair, 
,. O, could I to some covert flee, 

where loving friends and balmy air 
would soothe my heart and com- 
fort me. 

A.lone, alone, yes all alone, to plod 

in sorrow to the grave, 
^, was such sorrow ever known 
) while sailing on life's stormy 

wave, 
O, dark despair, could I but see one 
7 star of hope beyond thy gloorn, 

iTwould be a joyful sight to me, it 
ft soon this darkness would illume. 

pie called my loved ones, one by one, 

r to dwell within the spirit 

* spheres, 

While I must travel here alone with 

4 none to cheer my lonely years, 

n" was pleasure sweet and joy su- 

1^ preme encompassed me when 

r they were here, 

But now upon life's turbid stream, 

' my life is lonely, sad and drear. 

And yet, though stricken sore in mind, 
there's yet a noble work to do, 

"Some helpless ones are left behind, 
that I must live for and be 
true. 



O, God, encompass me with peace 
and give me strength upon the 
way. 

O, let thy blessings now increase and 
lead me kindly day by day. 

Until my work is finished here, that 

thou hast made my daily care. 
Be with me through death's valley 

drear, to meet with loved ones 

over there, 
While sailing on the wings of time O, 

waft me to that shining shore, 
My ecstacy will be sublime, from loved 

ones there I'll part no more. 

But dwell in peace forevermore where 

love and bliss will reign supreme. 
I'll join those who passed on before 

and endless love will be our 

theme, 
And there we'll dwell in endless bliss, 

in those bright spheres thy love 

hast given. 
Where we our loved ones will caress 

and dwell in love and peace 

and heaven. 



MY DEAR MOTHER 

Written after the death of the author's 
mother, in A. D. 1857. 

The evening shadows are falling, 

'Tis winter the whole of the year, 
The soughing winds plaintively call- 

To memory sweet mother dear. 

The old songs no more teem with 
gladness. 
Are laden with sorrow and^ pam. 
The birds seem to warble with sad- 
ness, 
I sigh to meet mother again. 

Her room once so pleasant and cheer- 
ful, 
Now still, that her presence once 
blessed. 
Beholding her pillow I'm tearful, 
The pillow her dear head once 
pressed. 



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Since she from our home hath de- 
parted, 
The days seem like sorrowful years, 
I linger at home broken-hearted, 

The sunlight is dim through my 
tears. 

O mother, I gladly will meet thee, 
Where sorrowing souls will find rest, 

And there I will joyfully greet thee, 
Forever to dwell with the blest. 

O God, willst thou ever be with me. 
My faltering footsteps to guide. 

Thy blessing and strength ever give 
me, 
To safely cross bold Jordan's tide. 



IN MEMORY OF 
MRS. CORA B. SPENCE 

Eldest daughter of the author, who died 
at the age of thirty-two, leaving a 
husband and three little boys. Writ- 
ten by her father, J. F. Myers, the 
next day after her interment. 

Our loved one has gone, whom so 
fondly we cherished. 
The jewel most prized, in our cas- 
ket of love. 
Her gentle form bloomed, like the 
roses, then perished. 
Her spirit awaits us, in mansions 
above. 



Thy love like a vine, with its tendq 
enfolding. 
Encircled thy friends, in one de 
family tree. 
Its fruit laden branches, so nobly uj 
holding, 

Will still shed sweet fragrance a^ 
e'er with us be. 



O, oft have we gazed on thy ik 

ever beaming 
With love, and beheld in thy brig* 

beaming eye, 
An angel of light in its radiant gleai 

ing, 
An angel of mercy and love from ( 

high. 



Dear one may the charm of thy swe 
Christian graces, 
E'er prove a safe guide to our o 
erring feet. 
And point us to Christ, and the brig': 
loving faces. 
Of friends gone before us the 
Savior to meet. 



-t 



IN MEMORY OF 
MISS ESTELLE MYERS 

Youngest daughter of the author, wl 
passed to spirit life at the age of se-i 
enteen years. 



The flower was plucked, when at rich- 
est full blooming. 
While shedding rich fragrance on 
all whom it fell, 
O, ne'er was a flower more sweet and 
perfuming, 
And oft did it charm with a sweet 
magic spell. 



Estelle, thou loved one, though lo] 

to our vision, 
Thy beautiful form in our memoi| 

is bright, 
By faith we behold thee, in mansiorj 

elysian 
With glorified spirits, in mansions cj 

light. 



O Cora, from thee, O how sad 'tis 
to sever, 

And lay thy sweet form in the cold 
silent tomb. 

While yet we well know, that be- 
yond that dark river, 

Thy beautiful form will more loving- 
ly bloom. 



We ne'er can forget thy sweet innoceij 

childhood, I 

When thou and dear Cora did;1 

play by the stream, 

And gather sweet flowers that grev 

by the wildwood. 

And now both are gone, O it seemj 

like a dream. 



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hy cheeks had the blush of the 
' sweet blooming roses, 
And sparkled thine eye, like the 
' bright morning dew, 
hy lips had the tint of the fresh 

budding posies, 
'hy colntenance beamed with a love 
* that was true. 

fe oft think of thee and dear Cora 
when singing, 

^It seems thy loved voices we hear 
from afar, 

^hy soft trilling notes in our mem- 
ory ringing, 
And blending so sweetly with chords 
of guitar. 

1 dear one, O loved one, O how we 

have missed thee, 
■i Thy sweet soothing voice and thy 
_ bright smiling face, 

And fully we trust that the Savior 
' hath blessed thee, 

A And taken thee home, through his 
: rich loving grace. 

Stella, our darling, we gladly would 
!.--» meet thee. 

In dreams oft we visit that bright 
shining shore, 
A.nd when we are called, we will joy- 
' fully greet thee, 

To dwell with our loved ones and 

1 Christ evermore. 



LINES FROM 
MRS. CORA B. SPENCE 

'in spirit life, oldest daughter of the au- 
i thor. Through the trance medium, 
I Mrs. Bonney. 

io, I am so happy, dear ones, tonight, 
'In bringing to you this message of 
'^ light. 

Although dear friends you thought 
J, me dead, 

Yet I am full of life instead. 

My darling boys, I will watch over 

them, 
'And be to them all that a mother 

can, 
As in their physical forms they grow. 



Try to teach thein these truths to 
know. 

And by and by, 'twill not be long. 
Till we meet here and join in the song, 
Be happy in our spirit home. 
Rejoice when that glad time shall 
come. 

CORA B. SPENCE 

The fact of receiving messages from 
the spirits of the two daughters, Cora 
and Estella, in rhyme, was a revelation 
to their friends on earth, as they had 
never practised that 'style of zvriting in 
earth life, it evidently proves that they 
had inherited the talent, and that we 
take with us to the spirit world ottr nat- 
ural possibilities and talents and can de- 
velop them even in spirit life, as Mrs. 
Bonney, the medium, zvas a stranger to 
us and knew nothing of our family; 
Cora left three little hoys zvhom she lov- 
ingly mentions in her message. 



LINES RECEIVED FROM 
ESTELLA E. MYERS 

JVho zvas in spirit life, through the 
trance medium, Mrs. Bonney. 

We come, dear friends, from spirit 

shore. 
To mingle with you as of yore, 
I have waited long for this glad night, 
My soul is full of love and light. 

And Cora comes here with me too. 
And brings you love, so rich and true. 
She brings her love to all dear ones. 
And wishes you to know she comes. 

We are both engaged in beautiful 

work, 
We meet poor souls who pass from 

earth. 
Weary and tired and ignorant too, 
We meet and teach them what is 

true. 

Young girls are our especial care. 
Many ne'er heard the voice oi prayer, 
Neglected, sick, weary of life, 
Many pass from earth through strife. 



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We have music, flowers, a lovely 

abode, 
Where we take these weary ones on 

toward God, 
We gather them in with words of 

love, 
'Ti,s sweet to see how they improve, 

Dear friends, I now bid you adieu, 
But I shall often visit you, 
Together sit, which is the door. 
Through which we come, from the 

other shore. 
Though some in spirit, some on earth. 
Together we'll gain the second birth. 
We'll over you watch, from the other 

shore, 
Till we are a family united once 

more. 

ESTELLA E. MYERS 



A MEMORIAL TO 
BIRDSELL F. MYERS 

Oldest son of the author, who passed to 
spirit life April 11, 1902, aged 43 
years, being killed suddenly on the 
Illinois Central Railroad. 

My darling son. thou first born unto 
me, 
Thou art unto my memory ever 
dear. 
Though five and fortj^ years have 
passed away, 
Since thy dear form was placed 
within my care. 

And oft when memory's pages view- 
ing o'er, 
I see thy little form upon my knee, 
O, how our hearts thy cruel fate de- 
plore, 
And wish thou hadst been left to 
comfort me. 

How often I live o'er thy childhood 
days, 
When safe at home, I weary worn 
would land. 
My darling Birt with pleasant winning 
ways. 
Was first to greet and take me by 
the hand. 



When in thy childhood thou wast 
alert. 
Also to labor thou didst kinci 
yield. 
In games of childhood thou wast 
expert; 
In manhood none could lead th- 
in the field. 

When in the field of letters thl 
didst soar, I 

It was a good one who could tl 
surpass. 
When thou didst view thy lessf 
freely o'er, 
Thou stood among the foremost 
thy class. 



Thy soul was full of music, swe 
sublime, 
Thy tones upon piano, rich a»' 
sweet. 

With lovely chords so perfect wf 
the time; 
With violin, 'twas melody complex 

When young my mind and heart wei] 

set on thee, 
The idol of my dreams, for futu 

years. 
But cruel fate decreed it not to tf 
And thy untimely death left us 

tears. 



Thy generous heart was full of lo-i 
and fire. 

Thy love for friends was ever trr 
and strong. 
To err was not thy honest heart' 
desire. 
But love to join in music and 
song. 

Dame Nature favored thee with fori 

complete. 

With wit, and humor, thou wa 

well supplied. 

That won the hearts of those whoi 

thou didst meet. 

And many friends deplore thee f; 

and wide. 



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?ince thou hast crossed the valley 

and art free. 
Thy spirit friends so loving and 

benign, 
^ill lovingly instruct and care for 

thee; 
. And lead thee in the paths of the 

divine. 

Where thy untrammeled spirit will 

ascend, 
' Will purer, brighter grow till thou 
^ art free, 

A'^here love and peace and joy will 

never end, 
And Christ, the Lord, with joy will 

welcome thee. 



f 



MEMORIAL TO GEORGE L. 
MYERS 



Second son of J. F. and Sarah C. Myers, 
who passed to spirit life at the age 
of one year and six months. 

O, Georgie dear, thy lovely form, 
Was like the morning flower. 

That breaks beneath the blighting 

1^ storm. 

And withers in an hour. 

Thy lovely spirit dwells above, 

In spheres celestial bright, 
with Christ, whose great redeeming 

love, 
■ For us a beacon light. 

Thy form was perfect, features true, 
Thine eyes so dark and bright. 

Thy brilliant curls, a golden hue, 
And glistened in the light. 

Thy skin exceeding lilies fair, 

Face beautiful and true, 
^ith countenance beyond compare, 
' Bright as the morning dew. 

We worshipped thy dear little form. 

Our baby boy so bright, 
So often cuddled in my arms. 

When I came home at night. 



O, how we miss our little elf, 

Our baby boy so fair. 
Since God has called thee to himself, 

To lead us over there. 

O, loved one, it is joy complete. 
When e'er thou dost impart, 

To us a loving message sweet, 
To cheer our lonely hearts. 

By faith we see thy lovely form, 
Mid peace and joy and rest. 

Surrounded by celestial charms, 
In mansions with the blest. 

When we pass to that golden strand, 
On that bright shining shore, 

We'll join thee in that happy land, 
To dwell forevermore. 

And there with that celestial band, 
That bright celestial throng, 

Make music sweet with harps in hand, 
And endless praise prolong. 

And shout Hosannah to the king. 
Whose life for man was given. 

That he might full salvation bring, 
And lead our souls to heaven. 



A MEMORIAL TO 
JOHN RAY MYERS 

Third and youngest son of the author, 
J. F. Myers, who passed to spirit life 
at the tender age of three years. 

O, darling Ray, so lovely and so 

bright, 
With eyes so blue, so radiant with 

light. 
When thou thy loving parents didst 

caress. 
Thy lovely charms our own fond 

hearts did bless, 

Thy bright eyes every little thing 

must see, 
When thy sweet little form sat on 

my knee. 
So Jiappy and so full of mirth and 

glee, 
When papa sang his little songs to 

thee. 



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Thy dainty little hands, and little feet, 
So nimble and so delicate and sweet, 
When wide awake could scarcely quiet 

keep, 
Until so tired thou didst fall asleep. 

O, dearest one, our darling blue eyed 

boy, 
Thou wast our pride, our life and 

light and joy, 
O, why were we so ruthlessly bereft, 
O, why our lonely bosom empty left? 

And thou our greatest joy and heart's 

delight, 
Called higher up, to spheres with 

angels bright. 
Where sylvan zephyrs stir the balmy 

air, 
Perfumed with roses sweet and 

flowers fair. 

Where angels fan the air with snowy 

wing. 
And bask in vernal breezes of the 

spring, 
And fountains with their sparkling 

water bright, 
Reflect the trees in mellow golden 

light. 

Where trees are ever green as vernal 

spring, 
And birds of gorgeous colors on the 

wing, 
While many more will perch and sit 

and sing, 
And cause the air with melody to 

ring. 

Where Christ, the orb of one eternal 

day, 
With countenance so bright illumes 

the way, 
Whose cheering words and wondrous 

power benign. 
Fills everyone with joy and love 

divine. 

Our own dear little darling blue eyed 

boy, 
'Tis sweet that thou canst leave thy 

courts of joy. 



And linger with us here upon mj 

knee. 
Where thou so joyous used to love 

to be. 

Methinks I in the evening often hear! 
The patter of thy little footsteps 



5 



And often feel that thou surely must 

be, 
Reclining on my arm, upon my knee 

And then I feel thy tender sweet 

caress. 
Which thou didst often give my heart 

to bless, 
And oft I feel thy sweet and loving 

kiss. 
Which fills my heart with ecstacy 

and bliss. 

O, may thou with thy spirit's lovely^ 

charm. 
Still come to me with pure affection 

warm. 
And keep my lonely heart filled withl 

thy love, 
Until we meet in heavenly courts! 

above. 



A SCHOOL ESSAY FOR 
BIRNEY SPENCE . 

Dear friends my name is Birney 

Spence, with dearest friends I 

dwell, 
My aunt and uncle send me here 

to learn my lesson well. 
They want to make a man of me, an 

honor to the name, 
Anr I must every eflfort use, to rise"' 

to heights of fame. 

Some wicked boys loaf on the road,| 

and ramble all around, 
I do not wish to do like them, at 

school they should be found, 
For wicked boys who loaf and sweai j 

and run off to the wood, 
Will never learn their lesson well, or 

come to any good. 

I want to be a good boy, too, while 
I am in my youth, 



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And treat all friends and schoolmates 
well, and always tell the truth, 

Then everyone will be my friend, rhy 
enemies be few, 

My friends will greet me with a smile 
and they will love me, too. 

As I grow to a larger boy, if it is 

in my power, 
i. will not be a lazy boy, but busy 

every hour, 
I want to be a wise boy too, and be 

nobody's fool, 
|Q?hen I must learn my lessons well, 

when I attend the school. 

When I start business for myself 
, I constantly will strive. 

By every honest means I can, finan- 
cially to thrive, 
'The comforts, and luxury of life, used 
, carefully, I crave, 

Not, what I make will make me rich, 
but dollars that I save. 

As I grow up to be a man I'll set 

my standard high, 
And study well and work to reach 
' that standard by and by, 

'T will then be nice, if friends pro- 
claim, with one united voice, 
We want young Spence for Gover- 
^ nor, he is the people's choice. 

The above can be used for any boy 
by changing the name. 



'A SCHOOL ESSAY FOR CARLE 
* SPENCE 

Dear friends I am a rustic lad, my 

name is Carly Spence, 
Dear aunt and uncle care for me, 
^ their kindness is immense. 

An education I desire, to friends I 
^ will be true, 

\ Then the^ will all be kind to me, and 
help me to get through. 

My lessons I will study well, my 
classmates to surpass, 

That I may stand, when school is out, 
at the head of my class. 



Then I will soon promoted be, and 
will my time employ. 

So I will gain my teachers love, and 
give my friends much joy. 

Although I'm young and yet am 

small, and am not blessed with 

wealth, 
If I do really know myself, and still 

retain my health, 
I will not idle time away, of this 

please rest assured, 
I'll make a mark you will approve, 

I will upon my word. 

As I grow older don't you see, good 
books I will procure. 

And all the time I'm not at work 
their pages will explore, 

I'll try to live the golden rule, be hon- 
est as a sage, 

Make all the money that I can and 
save it for old age. 

I want to make a worthy man, whom 

people will admire. 
To be a good and useful man I have 

a great desire. 
Then it will be so very nice if people, 

one and all. 
Choose me to represent them in the 

legislative hall. 

The above can be used for any boy by 
arranging the name to fit the measure. 



A SCHOOLBOY ESSAY FOR 
GEORGIE MYERS 

Dear friends, George Myers is my 

name, like many other boys 
I live right here in Fairbury, and 

State of Illinois. 
My mother calls me Georgie yet, just 

as she always did, 
While folks who do not know me call 

me a Fairbury kid. 

I am not large as all can see, but 

I am large enough. 
Though I should never large be, I'm 

made of real good stuff. 



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I will excell in pluck and vim, if I do 

not in weight, 
And I will get up to the top, with big 

ones of the state. 

As I grow older, don't you see, my 

time I will improve, 
I will not idle time away, be always 

on the move, 
I'll try to live the golden rule, as duty 

will require. 
Then I will live to be a man, whom 

people will admire. 

I am an orphan as you know, and 

nothing else can do, 
But go to work with all my power and 

paddle my own canoe, 
I have resolved to forge my way to 

fortune and success, 
And trust my friends will stand by 

me, and God my efforts blass. 

I want to be a useful man, and by 
my acts proclaim, 

That I am worthy of my friends, who 
own and bear my name. 

And by good works and energy as- 
cend the mount of fame. 

By honest life, and noble deeds, im- 
mortalize my name. 

Above lines can be used by any boy by 
changing name to suit the measure. 



SCHOOL ESSAY FOR JOHNNY 
MYERS 

My name is Johnny Myers, and in 

Fairbury I dwell. 
My mother sends me here to school 

to learn my lessons well, 
She wants to make a man of me, an 

honor to the name, 
I must not idle time away, but try 

to do the same. 

Some wicked boys loaf on the street, 
and ramble o'er the town, 

I do not wish to do like them, at 
school they should be found. 

Such wicked boys who loaf and swear 
and run ofif to the wood, 



Will never learn their lessons wellj 
nor come to any good. 

As I grow up— a larger boy, if it is 

in my power, ^ 

I will not be a lazy boy, but busy, 

every hour, 
I want to be a wise boy, and live 

the golden rule. 
Then I must always study well when 

I am at the school. 

I want to be a good boy, too, whileJ 

I am in my youth, 
And treat my friends and schoolmates) 

well, and always tell the truth. 
Then everyone will be my friend, my 

enemies be few. 
My friends will meet me with a smile, 

and they will love me, too. i 

And then it will be very nice, if peo-i 

pie will consent. 
When I grow up to be a man, to 

make me president. 
Sure, if they will, I'll be so good, 

that it will be my lot. 
To live to serve my four years out, 

and never get a shot. 

The above can be used by any boy by\ 
changing the name. 



SCHOOL ESSAY FOR J. MEURL 
SPENCE 

J. Meurl Spence, sir, is my name, to 
the world I now proclaim, 
I would gladly rise by efforts of 
my own, " 

Rise to fortune and to fame, many 
men have done the same. 
To success and fame unaided and 
alone. 

Chorus: 

Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, I will keep -^ 

moving to success, I'm bound 

to climb. 
For the man who courts delay he will 

never win the day, 
'Tis the man who meets engagement* 

right on time. 



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69 



I And as I am young today, I will by 
my interests stay, 
And improve each precious hour 
as I go, 

..Every hour whiled away will no fu- 
ture profits pay, 
And a wasted life brings misery and 
woe. 

H 

When to school I'm kindly sent, I will 
try to be content. 
Study lessons well, and fool no 
•» time away. 

On good schooling I am bent, and my 
efforts will be lent, 
For a thorough education, it will 
^ pay, 

All my lessons I will heed, and my 
class I'll try to lead, 
' On the ship of fame and fortune, I 

will sail; 
This shall be my living creed, truth 
and honesty indeed. 
Energy, and pluck, and honor, 
never fail. 



And whene'er I go to work, I my 
duty will not shirk. 
But be faithful as the sun who rules 
the day; 
For 'tis only those who shirk, or the 
vain dishonest clerk. 
Who are forced to look for places 
far away. 



In the race for fame and pelf, God 
helps him who helps himself. 
And the race of life is won by 
thought and deed, 
Then if I must help myself, I'll not 
linger on the shelf. 
But to sure success will hasten on 
with speed. 

The amount of wealth we have is the 
net amount we save, 
Not the gross amount that comes 
withirt our door. 
Then no matter what I crave, I will 
wait until I have. 
An accumulated surplus in my store. 



From bad fellows I'll refrain from 
their company abstain. 
For bad company good morals will 
corrupt. 
If it's pleasure I would gain, a good 
book will entertain. 
And influence me good habits to 
adopt. 

When to manhood I have grown, and 

good character have shown, 

And by education worthy of a place, 

Many friends my worth will own, 

and success my efforts crown, 

And for place and honor I will win 

the race. 

On my honor I will stand, my influ- 
ence will expand, 
I will square my thoughts and ac- 
tions with the same. 
Then respect I will command and will 
be in good demand, 
And successfully a^^cend the mount 
of fame. 

The above lines can he sung to the tune 
of "Tramp, Tramp, the Boys are 
Marching," and used by any boy, by 
arranging the name to suit the meas- 
ure. 



MY OWN DEAR SWEET HOME 

The following lines can be sung to the 
tune of the "The Loved Ones at 
Home," composed by the author. 

Though palaces royal, and pleasures 
surround us, 
And kings bestow homage at court 
as we roam. 
And welcome us cordially, no tie doth 
bind us. 
Like those long enshrined in the 
heart for the home. 
Its peace and contentment my heart 
fills with pleasure. 
And charms with a halo that else- 
where I miss. 
Which oft thrills my bosom with joy 
beyond measure, 
A home filled with love is a haven 
of bliss. 



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Chorus: 

O Home, blessed home, I can never 
forget thee, 
Thy charms are most dear to my 
heart as I roam; 
Sweet thoughts of thy pleasures en- 
thrall and beset me, 
And hasten my steps to my own 
dear sweet home. 
Though rustic our dwellings with 
humble surroundings, 
Our home be a cottage, and scant be 
the room, 
If filled with true love, peace and 
virtue abounding, 
'Tis heaven on earth in that dear 
humble home. 
An exile from home though surround- 
ed with splendor. 
His longing for home other 
thoughts will eclipse, 
While calling for home and friends 
loving and tender. 
He dies, with the half spoken 
words on his lips. 

No one e'er awakened to life's full 
fruition. 
Who lived a life homeless, like the 
rolling stone, 
Their heart ne'er was filled by that 

peaceful condition. 
That sweetens this life in a home of 
our own 
Sweet memories dear, of the home 

of my childhood, 
I sacredly cherish and love as I 
roam. 
Sweet fragrance of woodbine and 
flowering wildwood; 
And prayers of the loved ones still 
hallow the home. 

When often we think of the beau- 
ties of nature, 

A lesson we learn from the ant and 
the bee. 

That God hath provided for each 
living creature. 
The means for a home, but they 
all do not see. 

But man, ruthless man, prone to 
travel and wander, 
And oft among strangers continue 
to roam, 



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His friends' hopes to blast and his 
treasure to squander. 
And often, too often, no place to 
call home. 

We see men with talent and fine 
education. 
Who drink, yet still hope that a 
cottage will come; 
But down, down they sink, clear be- 
low former station. 
Have never, no never, a place to 
call home. 
We see men who labor and thought- 
lessly wonder. 
And hope for a time when a dear 
home will come. 
Forgetting the fact while their earn- 
ings they squander, 
That only who save will be blessed 
with a home. 

Go ask the young sailor when cross- 
ing the ocean. 
And riding the storm beaten waves 
as they foam. 
What place hath most charms o'er 
his love and emotion. 
He gladly responds '"Tis my dear 
old, sweet home," 
Look up, thou unfortunate, poor and 
forsaken. 
If pure, true, and honest, what- 
ever will come. 
Thy soul in a far better world will 
awaken, 
And there will be heir to a glorious '. 
home. 



TO ENOCH A. GASTMAN 

The foUozving lines zvere zvriffen in 1905 
after hearing of the marriage of the 
Hon. E. A. Gastman, zvho has been 
Superintendent of schools at Decatur, 
III., or county superintendent during 
his zvhole useful life, and an old 
friend of the zvriter. 

The scenes and pleasures of my youth 
are in my memory green. 

The Wesleyan with many youths, al- 
ways a pleasant scene, 



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In '56 when in her youth, she many 

did install, 
Professor Sears was president, with 

teachers for us all; 

Professor Northrup, principal, and 

others quite as good, 
For primaries to languages, those 

faithful teachers stood. 
Where A. E. Stevenson, then young, 

in knowledge fast did grow. 
With James S. Ewing in his class, just 

fifty years ago. 

And there was Dave and Jesse Smith, 

preparing soon to bloom, 
Jone Lawrence, and his brother Tol, 

were then upon the boom, 
And Little Duncan Wallace, too, the 

midget of the school. 
While Enoch Gastman, always square, 

kindly obeyed the rules. 

And there was George P. Davis, too, 

a nice and quiet boy, 
Who kept his studies well in hand 

which gave the teaqhers joy. 
The Flaggs and Holmeses also there 

who were not very slow, 
Dan Holder, yes, and many more, 

just fifty years ago. 

But now, dear friends, we're growing 

old, no longer in our prime. 
The fleeting years pass swiftly by 

upon the wings of time. 
With hoary locks, and vision dim, 

still as we older grow. 
We're happy when we meet those 

friends of fifty years ago. 

Many lie under mounds of green, their 

spirits are at rest. 
While many seeking after wealth have 

moved on farther west, 
And very few yet here remain who 

then we used to know; 
O, how we miss those dear old friends 

of fifty years ago. 

Yes, I rejoice to know dear friend 
that thou dost still possess 

Much of thy youthful vigor, yet thy 
efforts here to bless. 

That Cupid drew his little bow, so 
well he played the part. 



That thou a wounded victim fell, he 
pierced thy lonely heart. 

Although the wound was quite severe, 

and in thy heart concealed. 
Thy friends feel sure the danger's 

past, the wound entirely healed. 
For thou hast a physician fair, whose 

skill and charms we know 
Hath made thy heart as young as 

'twas, just fifty years ago. 

O, may she be like roses fair, her love 

as pure as they. 
Her heart and hand be ever kind and 

bless thee day by day. 
And fill thy life with joy and bliss, 

like music of the spheres, 
And be a guardian angel wife, through 

thy declining years. 

O, may Apollo crown thee both, with 

wreath of love select, 
What Cupid planted with great care, 

let Hymen well protect. 
And when the storms of life are o'er 

and we are called to go, 
We'll meet those dear old friends we 

loved, just fifty years ago. 



WHERE ARE THE FRIENDS 
OF MY CHILDHOOD 

Where, O where are the friends of my 
childhood. 
Who often came romping to play 
on the lawn. 
And then sally forth for a stroll 
through the wildwood, 
O. where are they now, are they 
gone, all gone? 

When Jack Fro~t was king o'er the 
fields and the meadows. 
At even we hied to the ice on the 
pond, 
Our skates quickly donned, by the 
moonlight, 'tween shadows. 
Then swift as an arrow made round 
after round. 



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In summer we hied to the Kickapoo, 
flowing 
Where cool shady pools were en- 
ticing and clear, 
And groves full of music of turtle 
doves cooing, 
Or thrushes' sweet warbles, and 
meadow lark's whir. 

The fish were quite small, except 
sometimes a rover. 
Of uncommon size, came pros- 
pecting along. 
And we were as happy as bees in 
sweet clover, 
When we caught the big ones, of 
that finny throng. 

Ah, that was nice bathing, in warm 
sultry weather, 
So cool and refreshing to body and 
mind. 
When swimming and diving we vied 
with each other. 
None of us were anxious to be 
left behind. 

When school was the order we boys 
were in clover. 
The noon hour was spent in pro- 
pelling the ball. 
When seeming success o'er our efforts 
would hover, 
A miss, and the rival in sport had 
the call. 

The friends of my childhood, and 
scenes so endearing, 
In mind they still haunt me, my 
thoughts they enchain. 
Their jolly young faces, and smiles 
so alluring. 
Rise up like a phantom, and with 
me remain. 

And oft in the progress of sweet 
sleep and dreaming, 
A vision of youth on my mind is 
impressed. 
Collected around me, those youths are 
in seeming. 
Are they now in spirit, their bodies 
at rest! 

Hath breezes of time, with their 
strong ceaseless motion. 
Relentlessly drifted them helplessly 
on. 



Their barques rolling high, on life's 
boisterous ocean, 
Their rudders all broken, and are 
they all gone. 

"Where are they"? the whippoorwillj 
asks, full of sorrow. 
The turtle dove says, "Beyond life's 
stormy main." 
The nightingale's song, says "Tomor 
row, tomorrow," 
In bright spheres elysian we'll meet^ 
them again." 



{ 



LINES TO MILTON THOMPSON 
AND WIFE 

Written at tlieir zvedding. 

Let happiness crown the young pair 
With wreaths of joy rare and select, 

What Cupid hath planted with care. 
May the Hymeneal bonds well pro- 
tect. 

May each have a friend when in need, 
And their honeymoon last during 
life. 

May she have a husband indeed. 

And he have a true loving wife. ^ 

May they sail on the ocean of love,'' 
Have no breakers, nor storms, to ' 
annoy. 

May their little bark peacefully move, 
And their lives be continuous joy. 



May they write upon life's snowy 
page. 
Truth, virtue, contentment and love, , 
That their sky may be clear when in ' 



age, 
And prepare them for mansions 
above. 



'TIS SWEET TO KNOW THEY 
CARE 

I would not wish to live a day, 

Or any one to see, 
Would wish no longer here to stay, 

If no one cared for me. 



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rhe sweetest pleasure, greatest bliss, 
That God to man hath given. 

Is knowing many care for us. 
On earth, also in heaven. 

It soothes the sorrows of the heart, 
When friends our burdens share. 

It thrills with joy through every part, 
To know they for us care. 

Each act and word brings its reward, 

Of envy, hate or love. 
Let us be always on our guard, 

In word and actions prove, 

That we have love and sympathy. 
And have a heart to share. 

The troubles of our fellow men. 
And do for others care. 

Then we will have the knowledge 
sweet, 
That they our troubles share. 
And gladly greet us when we meet, 
, And really for us care. 



THE PIONEER 



To J. F. Myers by Edwin O. Ropp 

I The following lines zvere received by 
the author from his young poetical 
friend, Edzvin O. Ropp, in response to 
verses received by him from the 
author. 

rHis latch string band hangs always 

out, 
I Replete with generous cheer. 
We welcome with a jovial shout, 
) The genial pioneer. 

Sling to the winds formality. 
With rigid rule and chart, 

So long as hospitality, 
Still blazes in the heart. 

It was the bold frontiersman's toil. 

The early settler's worth, 
'That rendered Illinois soil. 
The richest land on earth. 

'Mong deeds of heroes brave and wise. 
Who labored long and bled. 



Behold the settler's sacrifice, 
Wove in with every thread. 

Floats freedom's banner everywhere. 

While every honest art, 
Yields reverence to silver hair, 

Loves every honest heart. 

We serenade with rhyming lay, 
And answering bugle blast, 

A singer of the present day, 
A musician of the past. 

Immortal work is never done. 

In glorious brotherhood. 
We greet the bard of Bloomington, 

Who toils for human good. 

The robin trills an ode to spring, 

Lo, softly coos the dove. 
Let genial poets ever sing, 

Long lingering songs of love. 

The poet's aspiration soars. 

Swiftly on aerial wings, 
To him the tender heavenly loves, 

Are sweet congenial things. 

Is man immortally designed, 

To live, enjoy and do? 
The thought is pleasing to the mind, 

'Tis sweet to deem it true. 

'Tis sweet to dream that heaven is 
fair. 

Fairer than e'er divined, 
That angels all are poets there, 

And every heart is kind. 



TO MY OLD FRIEND 
D. R. POTTER 

After his second marriage, ivho now 
resides at Harper, Kansas, was a far- 
mer near Fairbury, III., at the time 
the Fairbury Agricultural Society was 
organized and resided there until in 
the 80'.? and served zvith the_ author 
for years on the board of Fair direc- 
tors and Highway Commissioners. 

Dear friend. I never can forget, but 
often think and feel. 



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A tender love for comrades who 
worked for the public weal, 

Of thee I often think, dear Dan, for 
thou our work did share 

As a highway commissioner — director 
of the fair. 

Then we were young, and in our 

prime, ambitious, full of life, 
And had the nerve to push our plans, 

no matter what the strife. 
And always kept our armor bright, no 

matter when the fight. 
With full resolve to win the day, and 

battle for the right. 

When Virgin was the president, di- 
rectors, you and I, 

With many good ones on the board, 
the fair was flying high, 

And still she soars, with pinions wide, 
with satisfactory yield. 

She floats triumphantly on top, and 
foremost in the field, 

When mild September came, dear 

Dan, with thousands to the fair. 
We always found thee prompt on 

time, thy fine stock also there. 
When in the ring, awards were made 

by judges good and true. 
Thy ribbons, Dan, were numerous, 

and often of the blue. 

When on the highway board, dear 
Dan, 'twas splendid work was done. 
Then Ed. Mahoney with us worked, 

as faithful as the sun. 
Our monuments are on the roads, 

for ages will remain. 
And generations yet to come, will 

realize the gain; 

For culverts there we made of stone, 

with arches covered o'er. 
And bridge abutments of the same, we 

made a score or more; 
And grubbed the stumps from forest 

roads, then ditched and graded 

low. 
Macadamized with stone a few, 'twas 

twenty years ago. 

But now we're growing old, dear Dan, 
and many changes come. 



Like thee, some have gone farthej 

west, some to their spirit homJ 
On many hills 'neath granite gra]' 

where silent graves are seen,'! 
Our dear old friends and loved one 

lie, 'neath mounds of mossi 

green; 

While viewing memory's pages o'ei 

I wipe away the tear. 
When counting up the absent lisi; 

who to my heart were dear, 
The sable shades of sorrow rise, obi 

cure my pleasure so, 
I sigh and long to see my friends, a 

twenty years ago. 

Yet I rejoice to know, dear Dan, tha^ 

thou dost yet retain, 
Thy youth and nerve and strength ss 

well, that they with thee re 

main, 
That Cupid did not pass thee by, bu! 

slyly with his dart. 
Was ready at the proper time tc| 

pierce thy lonely heart; 

We have the news, that to his dan 

thou hast a victim fell, 
And from the latest bulletin, thai 

thou art doing well. 
That thou hast a physician fair, witt 

skill, who has no fears, 
But hopes to pull thee through, deal 

Dan, and keep thee many years 



O, may she be like lilies fair, hei 

heart as pure as they, 
And prove to be God's messenger to^ 

bless thee day by day. 
And fill thy life with gladness, Dany 

like music of the spheres, 
And be thy guardian angel, DanJ 

through thy declining years. 



May fair Apollo crown thy brow, with 

wreaths of joy select. 
What Cupid planted there with care. 

let Hymen well protect. 
Mayst thou write on life's fair page, 

truth, charity and love. 
And thus prepare a blissful home, in 

mansions bright above. 



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O MR. AND MRS. ALVIN REIK 

The folloTuing lives zvere ivritten to 
Mr. and Mrs. Alvin Reik, who have 
charge of the 9&Q-acre farm of the 

*^ author near Green Ridge, Mo., after 
the death of their beautiful little son. 

Veep not dear friends, O, weep no 
more, 

For he now dwelleth with the blest, 
^nd God hath called him on before, 

To lead thee to that land of rest, 

Then cheer thee up, and dry thy tears, 
For still he lives, his spirit free, 

Fo visit thee in coming years, 
Thy guardian spirit soon may be. 

For he was only given to thee, 
To win thy hearts forevermore, 

\nd taken while yet pure and free, 
To draw thee to that blissful shore. 

\lthough his body is at rest. 
His spirit in the spheres is free. 

He comes his parents to caress. 
And often lingereth on thy knee. 

3e lingereth with thee on thy bed, 
And hovereth near thee day by day, 

iiis little form thou canst not see. 
When he would wipe thy tears 
away. 

rhen weep no more, but dry thy 
tears. 
Thy loved one will to thee be given; 
kVhen thou art done with earthly 
cares, 
Thou'lt meet him in a blissful 
heaven. 



TO MR. EDWIN O. ROPP 

With cordial compliments of 
John F. Myers 

The poems: To Ediviu O. Ropp, The 
Bard of the Evergreen City, zvere 
written by the author after having 
received from the brilliant young 
author, Edwin O. Ropp, Ids beautiful 
volume of poems, entitled. Life. 



Thrice hail, brother bard, of the 
Evergreen City, 
With heart full of love let me thank 
thee. I find 
Thy dainty white booklet so charm- 
ing and witty. 
Is brim full of exquisite gems for 
the mind. 

Its dress is as pure as the snow drops 
from heaven, 
Its rhythm the work of a masterful 
mind. 
The thoughts are as pure as could 
angels have given, 
Perusing it exquisite pleasure I 
find. 

Thy pen has a charm from the muses 
alluring. 
Imparting a charm to thy songs 
from above. 
The spirits of bards, with their love 
still enduring. 
Hath made thy heart beat to the 
chords of their love. 

Then press on, dear brother with 
earnest endeavor. 
On life's scroll of fame let thy name 
ever shine, 
The muses will train with thy spirit 
forever. 
And lead thee to mansions where 
bards are divine. 

The man who succeeds, starts right, 
and stays by it. 
And hangs to the willows with body 
and soul, 
If forces oppose, he'll press on and 
defy it, 
By unswerving will he soon reaches 
the goal. 

And when in those bright spheres 
elysian, we meet them. 
Those guardian angels of song of 
the spheres. 
Our souls will o'erflow with swc-'.-t 
music and greet them, 
And joy be our portion, through 
eternal years. 



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TO THE BARD OF THE EVER- 

GREEN CITY, MR. EDWIN 

O. ROPP 

Hail thou with pen so keen, 
Bard of the Evergreen, 

To thee I sing. 
Thy work is superfine, 
'Tis full of love divine, 
Thy heart is tuned with mine, 

'T will blessings bring. 

Hail! to thy nimble quill, 
May it be never still. 

Let it impart 
Rich gems of purest thought. 
Gems that cannot be bought, 
That art with blessings fraught. 

To reach the heart. 

Long be thy years to live. 
For thou hast much to give. 

From muses sweet; 
Then let thy soul inspire. 
With true poetic fire, 
Send forth thy heart's desire, 

The world to greet. 



SUCH IS LIFE 

Written in June, 1906, before the wife 
and mother passed to Spirit life. 

In dear old McLean, where the soft 

winds blow. 
The zephyrs perfumed kiss you all 

aglow. 
The fields in their splendor, stand side 

by side. 
And yoemen there in contentment 

abide. 

Where meadow lark floats on its airy 
wing. 

Glad notes of the robin are heard in 
the spring. 

The turtle dove's coo in the grove is 
heard, 

And blithsome the notes of the mock- 
ing bird. 

'Twas in thirty-five first my childhood 
hours. 



Were spent mid vines, and birds, ar 
flowers, t 

Where the tall oaks waved in tl' 
breezes fair. 

And the maples and lindens wei 
lovely there. <! 

And my infant mind was awakene 

there. 
To this beautiful world and life i 

fair, 
I learned that all things should fc 

done by rule. 
From Oliver March, at the Hinsha* 

school. 

'Tis nineteen hundred and six todaj 
My near ones, and dear ones, haVl 

passed away. 
My parents and brothers and sister, 

all, 
Have paid the last debt, and answere;^ 

the call. 

And my beloved children, yes even! 

one. 
All, all to their bright spirit home 

have gone, 
None left to cheer, but my little wifef 
And soon we will meet them in soiri 

life. t 

J 
They oft to our earthly dwellinjn 

come, 
And tell of their beautiful spirit home 
They bring cheering messages, word 

of love, '' 

Consoling our hearts, till we mee' 

above. 



A VISION - 

Written in June, 1906 

'Twas in the lovely month of Junet 

the sun was setting fair. 
In Miller park, nearby the lake, midJ; 

flowers sweet and rare. 
The soft moonlight was creeping on 

all nature in repose; 
The night bird's warble soft and cleai 

in melody arose. 



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n 



The waves stirred by the gentle 

breeze made music soft and 

sweet, 
A quiet peace stole o'er my soul, a 

loveJy charm complete. 
And while in silence there I sat, in 

evening's golden light, 
My soul in silent worship charmed by 

the majestic night. 

As in the lovely gloaming there the 

fleecy clouds passed o'er, 
I thought of those I loved so well, 

who have passed on before, 
Of those who passed o'er one by 

one, who were my joy and 
■ pride; 

'My children came, all robed in white, 

in front and by my side, 

They stood as pure and beautiful as 

flowers in the May, 
Birdsell, and Cora, and Estella, George 

and little Ray, 
They all in sweet and lovely tone said, 

Darling papa, dear, 
We come with messages of love, to 

bring you words of cheer. 

iWith Ray and Georgie on my knee, 
^ a daughter on each side, 

\rhe eldest, Birdsell, stood in front 
'' and thus they did abide, 

ith loving word and fond caress, 
while I in joyful tears, 
^jRejoiced in blissful ecstacy, and lived 
one hundred years. 



^Wi 



''And as they floated from me, sounds 

•) of sweetest music came, 

\'\ heard angelic voices call my dearest 

ones by name, 
'i They all said "Good night, papa dear, 

we oft with you abide, 
iMamma and you are not alone, we're 

often by your side," 



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MY CREED 



' Not found in church tenets or phrases 
neat. 
Arranged in numbered articles com- 
plete, 



Nor in the loud professions of the 

day. 
Of those who wear long faces when 

they pray. 

God's purpose I perceive in sym- 
boled sign, 

In acts of loving kindness, true, be- 
nign, 

The loving thought that shows upon 
the face, 

The symbol of a heart of loving grace. 

The open hand that brings the way- 
ward in, 

And heals the wound, and washes 
out the sin, 

The kindly voice that speaks the 
words of cheer. 

Till hope and health and courage re- 
appear. 

The honest heart that stands for 
truth and right, 

And works for these with all its 
strength and might. 

With faith and trust in everlasting 
good, 

Beginning here, with human brother- 
hood. 

The tcngue that speaks no guile in 
time or place, 

But talk, to elevate the human race, 

The ear that hears the helpless or- 
phan's cry, 

And lends a hand to help their wants 
supply. 

Indeed if to God's purpose you are 

true, 
Do unto all as they should do to 

you, 
In these I find the oracles divine 
On which to build a faith supreme, 

benign. 

And shape material for a mansion 
fair. 

In which to dwell, when I am over 
there. 

In these I find the germ, I find the 
seed. 

Of what my soul can call its crown- 
ing creed. 



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THAT BUGGY RIDE. 

John G. Myers, the father, delighting in 
a joke, and being inclined to tease, 
wrote the following lines in 1856, 
when his son, the author, brought his 
intended bride in a buggy, one Sun- 
day morning, to the Grassy Ridge 
church. 

One pleasant summer morning as I went 

out to rove, 
I saw a horse and buggy, start off for 

Randolph's grove, 
This splendid horse and buggy quite 

soon returned again, 
The buggy was not empty, but I could 

see quite plain. 

A gentleman and lady, a loving, happy 

pair, 
Was in it snugly seated, the horse they 

did not spare. 
This splendid horse and buggy so fleet 

upon the track, 
I scarce could tell his color but I think 

that he was black. 



This gentleman and lady was of the 
highest grade, 

The gentleman was handsome, erect and 
finely made ; 

The lady she was beautiful, her form be- 
yond compare, 

She filled my heart and eye, and I spell- 
bound at her did stare. 

The gentleman was happy, and his heart 

was in a flame, 
"You are my darling angel," he would 

now and then exclaim ; 
Incessantly he gazed upon that charming 

beauty bright, 
His heart and soul was overrun with 

fountains of delight. 



Her voice was like sweet music, it elec- 
trified his heart. 

Until at last beyond a care, he fell by 
Cupid's dart. 

That buggy ride I'll ne'er forget, it so 
attracted me, 

I laugh to think about it yet. Guess who 
that pair can be. 



IN MEMORY OF MRS. M. A. BIIiLS 

A beloved sister of the author. 

O, loved one, since thou art gone timi^, 
lingers weary, 
The song bird hath warbled, a sa(^ 
minor strain, 
The winds seem to sigh, O, so sad an^ 
so dreary. 
And laughter seems laden with sorrowj 
and pain. 



Yet why should we weep, when thy lov 
ing words spoken, 
Said "Weep not my loved ones, andi 
never deplore. 
For Jesrs will lead me, and I wiK 
awaken, 

To dwell with our loved ones, whc 
passed on before." 

(i 

Always for the right, and yet so unasr 
suming, 
Thy kind loving heart no more faithfuij 
could be, 
Thy pure Christian walk, so discreet and| 
becoming. 
Hath wrought a bright crown full o^ 
glory for thee. 

All hail ! blessed hope that thy words du 
inspire. 

Thy Christian example let every onijl 

heed, 

For thou hast been tried in adversity's,' 

fire, _ ,; 

And passed through triumphant, a 

Christian indeed. , 

>' 

We ne'er can forget the last look that w*j 

gave thee, "] 

For peace, love and innocence, ana, 

loving grace, i 

Impressed on thy countenance, destined] 

to save thee, 

Effulgently beamed from thy sweet, 

loving face. 

Dear one, may the charm thou hast give'* 
thy story, 
To Us be a guide over life's troubled! 
sea. 
And light up the way, to a bright crown 
of glory, 
A haven of safety with Jesus and thee. 



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TO THE MEMORY OF WILLIAM 
* ^ CRUIKSHANK. 

y William Cruikshank was brother-in-law 
/ to the author, zvas suddenly killed by 
a pair of mules and zvas an exemplary 



That we may pass safely o'er life's 
boisterous ocean, 
And meet thee, with loved ones, in 
mansions above. 



■ Dear brother, since thou art gone sadly 
y ^ we miss thee. 

Deep sorrow o'ershadows the hearts 
thou didst love, 
ViThy loved ones at home, who so fondly 
Vi caressed thee, 

!/'"'' Are lonely, and long for to meet thee 
above. 

I Thy sad cruel fate, it hast sorely bereft 

And cast sable shades o'er the heavens 

once bright, 
'•'-'Dark clouds seem to gather, no sunlight 

is left us, 
And noonday seems veiled with the 

curtains of night. 

Yet, when, for a moment, we pause in 
our sorrow. 
And think of thy virtues, for many 
L._^i were they, 

r ^We know that for thee there's a bright 
I blooming morrow ; 

Wj • A home with the just, where the 
t->k bright angels stay. 

i Not he who says, "Lord, Lord," is always 

r) rewarded, 

And decked with a crown, that was 
•..ij^ made for the just, 

I ' But he who the rights of all men hath 
regarded. 
With honor and love, will be crowned 
_^^ Vv'ith the blest. 

We feel that thy spirit will often be near 
-» 

us, 
• ' Although at the board will be vacant 

thy chair. 
^ jj Thy presence will many times lovingly 
'•*'' cheer us, 

||||; Our eyes not behold thee, yet thou wilt 
I be there, 

''' To guard us and guide us. with loving 
devotion, 
Impressing our hearts with truth, vir- 
tue and love, 



FAIRBURY, LIVINGSTON COUNTY, 
ILLINOIS. 

In grand old Livingston's confines the 
T. P. & W. line. 
At the junction of the Wabash quite 
serene. 
Is a city that is fine, on a beautiful in- 
cline. 
And among the inland cities she's a 
queen. 

There she sits in regal state, puts on city 
airs of late, 
She is building for herself an honored 
name. 
Her resources very great, more than we 
can estimate — 
As a trading point she's won an hon- 
est fame. 

She has railroads that are fine, more 
will soon fall into line. 
Which predict for her a long and 
healthy boom ; 
And vast beds of coal that's fine, that 
will ages take to mine, 
And from which great trade and reve- 
nue will come. 

Of her agricultural joys she is making 
little noise. 
Of her fertile land and splendid yields 
of grain ; 
But, I say, Fairbury boys, hunt all over 
Illinois, 
And .you'll go back to Fairbury to re- 
main. 

She has water works that's fine, that for 
health is good, benign, 
And some streets superbly paved with- 
in the town ; 
And an opera complete, where the peo- 
ple often meet, 
Where there's many plays and lectures 
of renown. 



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She has churches, many kmds, and has 
ministers divine, 
Who will give advice to guard you on 
the way ; 
From their influence benign you to mor- 
als will incline. 
And you soon will learn to watch as 
well as pray. 

She has doctors that are grand, always 
ready and on hand 
If their services you think you really 
need; 
Some are surly, some are bland, but dis- 
ease they understand, 
And will fix you up, if possible, with 
speed. 

And she has three solid banks, — they 
stand high up in the ranks, — 
Are a splendid help to business and 
trade. 
And her merchants honest, frank, and 
not one of them a crank, 
They can furnish you with anything 
that's made. 

And she has a lovely park, — grander far 
than Noah's ark, — 
Both for meetings and for pleasure it 
was made. 
If you tire of your work and in leisure 
would embark, 
You can recreate and rest beneath its 
shade. 

And her fairground is replete, ground 
and fixtures all complete. 
And bedecked with many trees in love- 
ly green, 
And 'tis seldom that you meet with a 
track, her track to beat. 
For an autumn exhibition she's a 
queen. 

And her annual autumn fair, — very few 
with it compare, — 
It is hard to duplicate within the state. 
And five days within the year, many 
come from far and near, 
For it's educating benefits are great. 

Oh, thou city, Fairbury ! thou art ever 
dear to me, 
'And thy many charms my memory en- 
chain. 
And should fate encompass me as an 
exile o'er the sea, 
Yet my heart and love with thee would 
still remain. 



A PATRIOTIC ODE. 

Ye sons of Columbia the fairest of earth, 
Ye heirs of the land that gave liberty 

birth ; 
Your vigils of freedom oh never resign,. 
Let watch fires of liberty brilliantly 

shine. 



Oh kindle your bosoms with patriot,^ j 

fires, ' \ 

And cherish the deeds of your patriot ^l 

sires. «j 

Remember how nobly they fought for 1| 

our good, **i 

Our freedom and liberty bought with 

their blood. , ,; 

Chorus. ,,1 

^' 

Then rise and shout, Hail ! to the patriot ' 

band, 9' 

Our glorious banner and free happy land. / 

Sing anthems of praise to our Washing- * ■ 

ton's name. 
Thrice hail to the heroes of untarnished i 
fame. 

Yes, Washington, father ; thy praise we 

will sing, „ 

From proud, thankful hearts oft thy \ 

glory will ring. 
Thy name by all nations respected will ';' 

be, 
While tyrants will tremble 'neath liberty's 

tree. 

And forefathers bright in our memories 
ye dwell, f. 

While thoughts of thy valor our bosoms 
doth swell. 

The legacy left us we'll ever retain. 

Though tyrants and traitors should rally J 
again. 

Oh heaven blest country ; oh free happy (,i 
land ; , 

The loyal, the faithful, they by thee will J 
stand, 

The patriot's theme and the alien's home, 

A haven of safety for all who will come. 



Thy ships are now sailing in every port, '^ 
Thy flag is respected by every court. 
The laurels that crown thy brave sons 

ever green. 
And thou among nations a recognized 

queen. 



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Oh glorious banner that heavens adorn, 
'S'^orever thou'It float on the breeze of the 

morn, 
Thy triumph be glorious, thy destiny 
\^ ^ long, 

^ The pride of the nation, the theme of 
her song. 

VWhen the voice of the eagle is heard in 

/ the sky 

*nvaders and rebels in terror will fly, 

?or she soars high and proudly, with 

, white, blue and red, 

\oince the palmetto flag, with her ser- 
4"' pents, is dead. 

jf-ts, bright bonny banner that waves in 
T the air 

(No foe, none whatever, thy beauty shall 
mar. 
For our motto shall be, till our last vital 
I'r breath, 

jOur flag and our country, and victory or 
P* death. 

..'We'll drive all thy foes from freedom's 
bright land. 
And ever Columbia a nation will stand; 
Whilst thou bonny flag shalt continue to 
, wave 

*0'er a land that is free and her sons ever 
brave. 



LINCOLN, THE MAN OF DESTINY. 

This beautiful land was destined by crea- 
tion 
■,'^ For freedom and liberty in every state. 

A haven for all the oppressed of each 
i||, nation, 

'>- Where all men can worship as con- 
*<'> science dictates. 

,^ut men, cruel men, God's own purpose 
perverted. 
Made laws of oppression their own 
hands to save. 
A part of the state were to slavery con- 
i\ verted. 

The negro was forced to work as a 
* slave. 



■v-'The Goddess of Liberty, shorn of her 
glory, 
Came down from her throne and in 
horror did stand. 



To God she related her sorrowful story, 
How she was dethroned by the laws 
of the land. 

She prayed to the Father to change this 
condition. 
That she might ascend to her lovely 
white throne, 
To turn this dear land from the road to 
perdition. 
That freedom might claim this fair 
land as her own. 

"Oh, Father; to sit on my throne for 
this nation 
Would be inconsistent and freedom 
despoil ; 
Bring shame and reproach to that ex- 
alted station. 
You never, can never, mix water with 
oil." 

She then said in anguish and plaintively 

tender, 
"I cannot be goddess while slavery 

remains. 
If thou art in truth this fair nation's 

defender. 
Oh, come to her rescue, and loosen her 

chains." 

The heart of the Father was moved be- 
yond measure. 
To rescue the nation the time was at 
hand. 
Imbued with compassion he acted with 
pleasure. 
And raised up a Moses to free this fair 
land. 

He brought forth a child midst the ranks 
of the lowly 
And reared him where poverty lurked 
at the door. 
He there learned to know honest labor 
is holy; 
His heart was imbued with a love for 
the poor. 

His great heart with sympathy full to 
o'er flowing,^ — 
A champion of freedom in youth he 
had been, — 
Proclaiming all men were born free, 
plainly showing 
That justice demands equal rights for 
all men. 



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His beacon was justice, his talisman 
honor, 
His password, progression ; and wis- 
dom his guide. 
He scorned to acquiesce in acts of dis- 
honor. 
Do good to all men was his motto — 
his pride. 

His voice as the champion of freedom 
was heeded, 
By lovers of freedom wherever he 
went; 
They hailed him with joy as the Moses 
then needed. 
And called him to rule as God's own 
President. 

The bonds of the nation were then rent 
asunder, 
By lovers of slavery, who dared to 
declare, 
A great revolution, a pro-slavery blunder, 
Of blood shed and carnage and hor- 
rors of war. 

The Moses at hand as the head of the 
nation. 
The ship of state steered over war's 
bloody waves, 
She floated triumphant through war's 
desolation. 
And landed to freedom her millions 
of slaves. 

The Goddess of Liberty, now in her 
glory, 
Is seated again on her lovely white 
throne. 
And greeting the world with her won- 
derful story. 
How freedom triumphed in a land of 
her own. 

Oh, lovers of liberty — sons of this na- 
tion — 
Rejoice in your God-given freedom 
today ; 
As guardians of freedom you're now on 
probation. 
Oh, guard it with care, that it ne'er 
pass away. 

Oh, Lincoln, thy name is a lamp for all 
nations ; 
Beloved and revered in the land of thy 
birth ; 



A beacon of light for all men in all sta- 
tions, ■^ 
Thy fame is resounding all over the 
earth. 



.^ 



ROOSEVELT, THE PEOPLE'S 

PRESIDENT. ■'4^ 

Written while he was President of th^,^^ 
United States. ^^ 



The time is here when every man should\ 

party throw aside, < 

And vote for brave and honest men thb 

ship of state to guide, i ' 

Such men as Folk, and Roosevelt, theKt»^| 

she to success would glide, \ i 

And grafters be scarce throughout thCtW 

nation. ' I 

He stands for all the people's rights, his ^ ' 
nerve and will are great — / % 

He's using all his force to regulate theV^ 
railroad rates. 

And stop those corporations granting un-'-ci' 
just freight rebates. 
So all can have justice in the nation. 



This nation is accursed with many trusts ,, 

in her confines. 
Absorbing all the profits of the forest, 

fields and mines, y. 

He's put your Uncle Sam to work to/^ 

burst unjust combines, 
And let justice reign throughovtt the 

nation. * 

The great insurance companies are found f 

to have no soul, 
Absorbing all the profits, while their 

patrons they cajole, 
But Roosevelt says, the powers that be,, , 

those rascals must control. 
And stop disgrace within the nation. 

Our navy is superlative, her fame ex- 
tending far, ■ ■ 

Her past success the joy and pride of 
many a veteran tar, 

And Roosevelt wants to keep her up in 

superb shape for war. ^ ' 

Insuring the peace of this great nation. 

The Philippines are struggling from mis- ^ 
fortunes of the past. 

Advancing and progressing in civiliza- 
tion fast, 



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And Roosevelt wants free trade for them 
> to weld their friendship fast, 

And teach them to love this mighty 
-, nation. 

' The Panama canal when made, will 

spread this nation's fame, 
^ uAdd millions to her coffers, and immor- 
talize her name, 
.And give to her supremacy in the com- 
' mc^cial game. 

And Roosevelt will rush it to comple- 
j tion. 

} All immigrants from foreign lands, ob- 
jectionable here, 
^Who will not make good citizens, of 
such we must beware, 
And Roosevelt says enforce the laws, 
and keep this country clear, 
Of unworthy settlers in the nation. 

«,He is the nation's President, both North 
and South proclaim, 
He labors for the interests of the North 

and South the same. 
The people of the North and South now 
magnify his name. 
Throughout this united, happy nation. 



C PIONEERS OF LIVINGSTON COUN- 
\ 1 Y, ILLINOIS. 

In eighteen and thirty, 'twas late in Octo- 
* ber. 

That Major M. Darnall and wife here 
"*" did land. 

Grand heroes in courage and honest and 
4 sober, 

Midst Indian tribes here they made a 
•*^ bold stand. 

^And here consecrated to white men and 
farming, 
This beautiful land yet by Indians con- 
trolled; 
From that grand young couple this coun- 
' try so charming, 

Arose like a phoenix, the half yet un- 
told. 

- Soon after they came many others col- 
lected. 
Built up cabin homes near the groves 
as of yore. 



Their bodies now rest in its bosom pro- 
tected. 
Their spirits have passed to a far bet- 
ter shore. 

In thirty-one Williamson Spence and his 
brothers 
Came from old Kentucky, and came 
here to stay ; 
Found plenty of room, had for neigh- 
bors no others. 
Except Major Darnalls, in that early 
day. 

The first couple married in Livingston 
county 
Was Miss Mary Darnall and William- 
son Spence. 
They were to each other a glorious boun- 
ty, 
For young folks were scarce, and the 
country immense. 

In thirty-two came Richard Moore, he 
selected 
A place that was lovely — east side of 
the grove, — 
Where he from the cold northwest winds 
was protected. 
And never again had desire to rove. 

Also Nathan Popejoy in thirty-two 
landed, 
James W. McDowell that year took a 
stand 
Close by the Vermillion, financially 
stranded, 
By work and industry got plenty of 
land. 

In thirty-three Sylvester Perry had 
landed 
And Uncle John Darnall, — a preacher 
they say, 
Although few the hearers, together they 
banded 
And Uncle John taught them to watch 
and to pray. 

In thirty-four came Martin Travis and 
brothers, 
And located at the south end of the 
grove. 
Were good, honest fellows, and like 
many others. 
They helped by their labor the country 
improve. 



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In thirty-five Glen Moore, though young 
when he landed, 
Was born in November at his father's 
cot. 
In thirty-six John W. Marks, almost 
stranded, 
Came also and settled and here cast 
his lot. 

The year thirty-seven L. Louderback 
landed, 
Both worthy and honest, he soon made 
his mark; 
Also George B. Foster a journey had 
ended 
From Tioga county, the State of New 
York. 

The year thirty-nine B. Hieronymus 
joined them, 
Miss Elvina Darnall he took for a 
wife, 
V/as frugal and honest — the dollars he 
coined them — 
Bought six hundred acres, the work 
of his life. 

In forty-three landed in Pontiac town- 
ship 
The man Phillip Rollins; he soon did 
employ 
His time on the farm and his skill as a 
millwright. 
Bought five hundred acres in age to 
enjoy. 

In forty-four came R. C. Straight and 
Jake Streamer, 
Each had when he landed a small store 
of pelf. 
Each played well his part as the coun- 
try's redeemer, 
Made money and also cared well for 
himself. 

The year forty-seven Judge Babcock 
came also, 
And gave to the public a liberal hand. 
Was judge and attorney, a great stock 
man also, — 
A farmer and bought a large body of 
land. 

In forty-eight came Uncle Thomas 
McDowell, 
Far out on the prairie he made him a 
farm, 



1 



Where plenty the snakes and wolves 

often howled, "" 

Which then had for Tommy an ex- 
quisite charm. f i, 

In forty-nine came our Dr. Ostrander, 
Was just the right man for the coun- . 
try you see. 
He cured many sick ones, a tiller of land 
sir, ' 

A farmer of fruit and the Italian bee. 

In fifty came I. P. McDowell and broth- ; 
ers, ^ 

A splendid addition to this favored , 
land. ' \ 

They opened up farms as did then many 
others ; 
They prospered and money made hand 
over hand. 



In fifty came also our friend Jesse ' 
Hanna, 
James Tanner, a good one ; and Eph- — ., 
raim S. Clark. 
Also Eli Myer, also Richard Hanna, 
They soon were located and got down 
to work. 

In fifty-one came Richard Crouch and 

James Madden, / 

And Joseph S. Tucker and George ^ 
Applegate. 
When they viewed this country their 
hearts it did gladden; 
In truth there is no better land in the 
state. " '' 

In fifty-two came Hugh McKee here to 
settle ; 
And Benjamin Humiston early did 
land ; 
And Charles S. McGregor, all made of - 
good mettle. 
And for this new country they played 
a good hand. 

In fifty-three came John J. Taylor and j 
Bennett ; - 

Hugh Robinson also and S. L. Conine, 
And all were so pleased that they soon 
were right in it. 
And thought this new country was just 
superfine. 



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In fifty-four came T. A. Beach and John 
^, Virgin, 

John Bodly and all thought this coun- 
L, try was grand; 

rAnd to the investor insured a big margin, 
' ' And Tommy and Bodly bought thou- 
sands of land. 

in fifty-five came L. B. Dominy and 

, Bartlet, 

' And A. J. Pillsbury and L. Mclldufif. 

They found for investment a wonderful 

j outlet, 

^ For safety the Illinois land was the 



stuff. 



Ml fifty-six came Morris Johnson and 

Brydia's, 
-■ Also Thomas Spofford, who came 

from afar, 
.They proved to be men of good finan- 
^ cial ideas 

n. And all built up homes that were quite 

up to par. 

The year fifty-seven came Strobel and 
Coomer, 
And Joseph S. Babcock and Henry 
Hornbeck. 
"^Land still on the raise and this country 

a boomer, 
- Which brought Joel Tucker, also I. J. 
\ Krack. 

> 

In fifty-eight came A. E. Harding, attor- 
> ney, 

Also George C. Taylor and George B. 
(. Gray. 

To seek out a fortune they came a long 
journey. 
And were so well pleased they con- 
^ eluded to stay. 

In fifty-nine came Robert Elmore and 
Linscot, 
And in their finances success they have 
won. 
And each have procured a respectable 
^ land plot; 

And came D. L. Murdock and H. 
/ Remington. 

•In sixty came big-hearted Horace M. 
Gillett, 
A merchant and dealer, he here made 
a stand. 



A contract he always was ready to fill it. 
Came Westervelt also and purchased 
some land. 
Of all who came later and in fact no 
others. 
Contributed more for the good of this 
land. 
Than that old reliable firm, Walton 
Brothers, 
Since here they located and opened 
their stand. 

And others came early, quite worthy of 
mention ; 
The date of their coming I have not at 
hand. 
There was Barney Phillips, full of good 
intentions, 
Also Hughey Steers very early did 
land. 

And came Henry Darnall and Robin 
Moore early. 
Also Chauncey Standish and Frank 
Moore as well. 
The Donoho's, Cumpston's and others 
came early, 
For pioneer homes in this country to 
dwell. 

And Decatur Veatch and John Vail came 
here early, 
And Thomas Jones also, all owning 
much land. 
And Fredus P. Beach and Will Bull, 
good men clearly, 
And Coopers and Davis, a good wor- 
thy band. 

And also came early my friend Caleb 
Patton, 
Also William Bailey and good Isam 
Moore, 
And Uncle Will Fugate, also M. L. 
Stratton, 
And Benjamin Walton and Uncle John 
Loar. 

Also my old friend Orin Phelps came 
here early. 
And Jonathan Darnall was one of the 
first. 
And no better men ever came, I think 
clearly. 
Big-hearted and honest and true to 
their trust. 



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Dear Fairbury then was a thing of the 

future ; 
Tall prairie grass growing where 

buildings now stand. 
Where many wild deer and other wild 

creatures, 
Disported and reveled and roamed o'er 

the land. 

Alas, those old heroes have nearly all 
left us. 
And few now remain of that once stal- 
wart band ; 
Their passing has sadly and sorely be- 
reft us. 
Their mantles now rest on the youths 
of the land. 

On many a hill 'neath the gray granite 
standing 
The graves of those heroes and loved 
ones are seen, 
Their spirits passed over, in glory ex- 
panding, 
Their bodies lie silent beneath mounds 
of green. 

On that shining shore they received spirit 
vision. 
Attended by friends at their spiritual 
birth, 
Who lead them to rest in bright man- 
sions elysian. 
From where they oft visit their friends 
here on earth. 



WHAT IS HELL? 

Hell's a condition, all should learn. 
And not a place where souls will burn, 
But to escape it all should yearn. 
And strive to shun the hell. 

'Tis sore remorse within the heart. 
Of those who fail to do their part. 
And to dishonest means resort. 
Oh such, oh such is hell. 

'Tis discord in the brotherhood, 
Where dire contention long has stood; 
Retarding everything that's good. 
Oh such, I say, is hell. 

'Tis battles, pestilence and war, 
Where reason is dethroned and rare, 
Where love and justice have no share, 
For surely such is hell. 

'Tis envy, jealousy and strife, 
A fretful, quarreling man and wife; 
And many dwell therein for life, 
For hell is always there. 

Intoxicants of every kind. 
Are full of hell, please bear in mind, 
They take your wealth, also vour mind, 
Of all such hells beware. 

Then shun all hells whate'er you do, 
To every good impulse be true, 
Then heaven will encompass you, 
And you will have no hell. 



'i 



They bask in the sunshine of summer 
ne'er ending. 
And fragrance of flowers where love 
never dies. 
And soft sylvan zephyrs, with sweet 
music blending. 
Where bright jewels sparkle with 
gleams from the skies. 

Thus man meets his doom, like the flow- 
er in blowing, 
In vigor and strength he remained but 
a day. 
Oft plucked in the bloom while sweet 
fragrance bestowing. 
His earth life soon ended, he passeth 
away. 



WHERE IS HELL? 

'Tis in the heart of those who close 
Their eyes to other people's woes, 
No sympathy for friends or foes. 
Oh there, oh there, is hell. 

In every house in this domain, 
Where jealousy and envy reign, 
No harmony does it contain, 
For there they live in hell. 

'Tis any place where as a whole. 
They try each other to cajole. 
And have no love within the soul, 
Oh, surely there is hell. 

Where war is raging right and left, 
And men, of reason are bereft, 



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\Resort to murder, pillage, theft, 
Oh there, is red hot hell. 

^^ Where rum and brandy, whiskey, beer, 

', Are sold and drunk through license fair, 

*The hottest hell we have is there, 

For there's '^. burning hell. 
j_ 

A When after death the spirit sees, 
; Neglected opportunities, 
Remorse will then his conscience seize, 
And that will be his hell. 
7 

T"iHe'll occupy a lower sphere. 
Than those who have their conscience 
•j clear. 

But he can climb to stations higher, 
By striving to do well. 



WHAT IS HEAVEN? 

Heaven is a condition sweet, 
'^Of love and harmony replete, 

You'll find it where all good souls meet, 
'Tis a happy condition. 

'Tis sympathy for worthy poor, 
A helping hand to tide them o'er. 
And add unto their scanty store. 
Of such, of such is heaven. 

- 'Tis friendship for all whom we greet, 
. No matter where, or when we meet, 
^ And help to guide the indiscreet, 
Of such, of such is heaven. 

'Tis love for all humanity, 

Though white or black, or bond or free, 

All brothers for eternity. 

Of such, of such is heaven. 

'Tis truth and charity and love, 
* Eternal justice from above, 

For all mankind who live and move, 
Of such, of such is heaven. 

' Then if you dwell in heavenly land. 
You by the golden rule must stand, 
Give each and all a brother's hand, 
For such, for such is heaven. 



WHERE IS HEAVEN? 

Where father, mother, daughter, son, 
Have love and kindness for each one. 
And all are true as noonday sun. 
Oh there, oh there is heaven. 



Where each their every cross doth bear^ 
No evil thoughts their lives to mar. 
And each their brothers' trials share, 
Oh there, oh there is heaven. 

If on the land we do reside. 
Or sail the ocean's rolling tide. 
If peace and harmony abide. 

Oh there, oh there, is heaven. 

When on the tropics fruitful land, 
Or on the frigid, barren strand. 
If love directs each thought and hand, 
Oh there, oh there is heaven. 

If every one their cross would bear, 
The golden rule, their actions square, 
Be ruled by love no matter where. 
The whole world would be heaven. 

And when we all pass over there. 
All who have done their duty here. 
Are full of love and conscience clear, 
Will have a home in heaven. 

For heaven is in every place, 
Where love and harmony and grace 
Abound among the human race. 
On earth also in heaven. 



EULOGY ON ABRAHAM LINCOLN. 

The eight follozving poems ivere written 
by John Grove Myers, the father of the 
author, John F. Myers. The eulogy 
on Abraham Lincoln and the one en- 
titled "The Great Rebellion," were 
zmtten soo]i after the death of the 
great Emancipator. 

This glorious nation mourns her chief, 
All patriots are bowed with grief; 
His glorious work hath given relief, 
He died for liberty. 

Ye patriots of every state. 
Give praise to Abraham the Great, 
'Twas he who opened freedom's gate. 
To make the states all free. 

He climbed to fame through national 

strife, 
From out the common walks of life, 
When freedom was with dangers rife, 
He pleaded freedom's cause. 



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Through him the ruling powers ihat be, 
Proclaimed this nation's jubilee, 
That every slave should be set free, 
And help to make our laws. 

Historians will record his fame. 
And infants learn to lisp his name, 
Despots and tyrants blush for shame, 
To read his history. 

God's chosen instrument was he, 
Proclaiming peace and liberty, 
All honor to his memory, 
He died the slaves to free. 

He played for liberty a part, 
That gained his country's thankful heart. 
He's there enshrined to ne'er depart, 
He was God's blessing sent. 

It was his policy to see, 
That man should everywhere be free. 
Enjoying life and liberty. 
That made him president. 

At freedom's shrine he ever bowed. 
His voice for freedom sounding loud. 
His wish to free all men he vowed. 
And sealed it with his blood. 

He left behind a glorious name. 
Emblazoned on the scroll of fame, 
'Twill ever shine a dazding flame, 
A lamp of liberty. 

He was beloved by many men, 
His peer few men have ever been, 
A glorious theme for poet's pen, 
A patriot true and good. 

O, parents to your children tell, 
How glorious this martyr fell, 
That ever in their hearts may dwell, 
A love for liberty. 



THE GREAT REBELLION. 

This song was written by John Grove 
Myers, after the close of the Civil 
War. 

Air, Lafayette Quickstep. 

The great rebellion's overthrown, 
The battle's fought, the victory's won, 
And slavery's dead, and secession, 
Forever, we pray. 



Our banner waves in proud array, * 

From Mexico to Florida, 

In every state that went astray. 

Hurrah ! hurrah ! ! hurrah ! ! ! \ 

■u 

The wayward sister states that erred. 
Not one is lost or disappeared — j. 

The Union's safe for which we feared. 
And peace crowns the day. 

Ye loyal, faithful, conquering band, 
Who fought and bled for freedom's land,! 
Immortalized your names will stand i^ 
Till time shall fade away. 1 

Ye gallant sons of Washington, 
A glorious piece of work you've done; 
Enjoy the peace your valor won. 
And feast and sport and play. 

Your gallantry has won a fame 
That's brilliant like a dazzling flame. 
The traitors all you've put to shame — 
You've well made it pay ! ^ 

Sit down and rest and take your ease, 
And bathe and bask in Freedom's breeze. 
And marry any one you please — 

Some sweet lady gay. 

The ladies now can dry their tears. 
And kiss the illustrious volunteers. 
And parted loves embrace their dears, '' 
O ! happy, happy day ! 

Old Jeff, they say in wild dismay. 
Adorned himself in woman's 'ray. 
And undertook to run away 
Into old Mexico. 

But Col. Pritchard's Yankee band. 
Too swift on foot for Jeff's command, 
Detained his hoops and made him stand. 
And will not let him go. 

So hang him up in effigy 
Upon a sour apple tree, 
So high that everyone can see. 
And there let him be. 

And if again a foe annoys. 
Send a dispatch to Illinois — 
The banner state for fighting boys 
In every emergency. 

Our banner waves triumphantly 
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And o'er the brave, and o'er the free, 
In sweet America. 

Our Constitution ne'er shall end ; 

Our glorious Union we'll defend 

In every state till time shall end, 

Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah. 

Note — At the close of the War of the 
Rebellion hoop skirts were worn by 
ladies and also by Jefferson Davis when 
he attempted to make his escape from 
the United States to Mexico. 



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TO MRS. MARY MYERS. 

After her decease; mother of J. F. Myers, 
by her husband, John Grove Myers. 

O, who can give to my sad spirit relief, 
I am stricken with sorrow and burdened 

with grief; 
My Mary is gone and alas I am alone. 
That lovely sweet Mary of mine. 

She flourished a while like the roses in 

May, 
But alas, she was smitten and faded 

away; 
I grieve for her daily, alas she is gone. 
That lovely sweet Mary of mine. 

She was loving and kind all the days of 
her life. 

And filled her part well as a true loving 
wife. 

Her work was well done when her pleas- 
ure begun, 
And why should I sorrow and pine. 

For fifty-six years on this earth she did 

sail, 
On the ocean of love, in a sweet pleasant 

gale. 
And when she was called she for Zion 

did sail. 
That lovely sweet Mary of mine. 

She washed her robes white in the blood 

of the Lamb, 
And she sits at the feet of the blessed 

I am. 
She feasts upon love in the heavens 

above, 
That lovely sweet Mary of mine. 



Her virtues and piety ne'er can be told; 

For the world was not worthy such treas- 
ure to hold; 

In the cause of her Savior her life did 
unfold. 
Her work was all for the divine. 

A Soldier for Christ, she was faithful 

and true. 
And finished the work she was given to 

do. 
Her battles are o'er and her crown is in 

view. 
That lovely sweet Mary of mine. 

Let all who survive her reflect while they 

live 
On the pious instruction she often did 

give. 
And meet her above in bright mansions 

of love, 
To dwell with the Savior divine. 

O, sorrow and sighing are you all in vain, 
Ah, no; happy thought we shall meet 

her again. 
For ever to reign with the lamb that was 

slain. 
And that lovely Mary of mine. 



IN MEMORY OF MY BLUE EYED 
MARY. 

The first wife of John Grove Myers. 

O, once I had a bosom friend. 
The dearest one I knew. 
And she was faithful to the end, 
Her heart was pure and true. 

The dearest secrets of my heart. 
To her I did unfold. 
Of me she was a precious part. 
Of greater worth than gold. 

Then on the pleasant stream of love. 
We joyfully did glide, 
And Hymen's ship did safely move 
O'er every rolling tide. 

I then was happy, then was blest. 
Free from a troubled mind, 
My heart in quiet seemed to rest, 
From woe of every kind. 



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But O, the ruling powers that be, 
That o'er the fates preside, 
That gave the treasure unto me, 
Hath plucked her from my side. 

The Savior claimed her as His own. 
Her spirit took its flight, 
To dwell near His celestial throne, 
In mansions of delight. 

And O, the joy it will be sweet, 
When on that blissful shore. 
We meet her in those courts above, 
To dwell forevermore. 



FEMALE INFLUENCE. 

A true woman's influence over mankind 

Has never been measured, dame nature 
designed 

That she wield a moral influence o'er 
man. 

It ever was so since the world first be- 
gan. 

Woman was designed in the great divine 

plan, 
To bless and improve and to glorify 

man ; 
Without such a blessing we plainly can 

see 
What the fate of mankind in the future 

would be. 

When fresh in her bloom, she is lovely 

and gay, 
And oft has the charms of the flowers in 

May, 
The lilies in bloom and the dazzling star 
Are dim in the radiant gleams of the 

fair. 

The enchanting smile that some females 

impart, 
Is balm for the lonely, disconsolate heart, 
Like cupid, awakens emotions of love ; 
That most charming passion that comes 

from above. 

She wields such a power, it is no sur- 
prise, 

That the widower weeps and the bachelor 
sighs. 



She inspires the gallant, with sweet hope 
and with fears, ^ 

Till often he moistens his pillow with ' 
tears. 

Though nations may tremble, and king 

doms may fall. 
Yet the ladies will still have sweet charms ' 

for them all. 
To bless and improve, elevate and refine,/] 
The heads and the hearts, and the minds •'] 

of mankind. 



SCIENCE AND ART. 

This poem, Science and Art, zvas writ- 
ten fifty years ago, which proves John 
G. Myers to have been a prophet as to 
airships. , 

In a fast time like this it will not be " 

amiss, 
If we something on science should say. 
For science and art is the pride of my 

heart, 
And the glory and pride of today. 

The youth and the sage, who adorn his- 
tory's page, 

They once were just like you and me. W 

They learned while at school, things were ^: 
done by a rule. 

That commenced with an A, B and C. 

May the youths of this age, study his- 
tory's page. 

For a more perfect knowledge we pray. 

That the forthcoming age, may arrive at 
a stage. 

Which will far excel that of today. ^ 

It is now near at hand, when all over the 

land. 
Our airships will float on the breeze, 
We will fly through the air, in foul 

weather or fair, 
And travel wherever we please. ^ 

Art and Science appealed to the great 

Cyrus Field, 
When the Atlantic cable was laid, 
'Twas a wonder revealed, under water 

concealed. 
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I am awe struck today, when I see the 

display, 
Through Science and Art we have 

wrought. 
What wonders, I pray, will have glad- 
f dened the day. 

That one hundred more years will have 
1 brought. 



Some men aspire to higher fame 

and others seek for treasure. 
While education brings the same and far 

more solid pleasure ; 
Then trust ye not, to house and lands, 

to give you higher station, 
For this enlightened age demands a 

higher education. 



EDUCATION. 



A PANORAMA OF LIFE. 



, All those who fain would occupy an ele- 
vated station. 
Their aspirations should be high, with 
» love for education ; 

'Tis education qualifies the student for 

professor, 
It elevates and dignifies its fortunate 
possessor. 

p Science and art we fain would teach, for 
everything worth gaining 

The child of humble birth may reach, 
through scientific training. 

It proves a blessing everywhere, a com- 
plete education, 

For with it nothing can compare to ele- 
vate a nation. 

Men of renown and high degree have 
reached a high station, 

Have climbed to fame from A, B, C, and 
honored this great nation, 
^ Through application to their work, ener- 
gy and ambition. 

They reached the pinnacle of fame, 
achieved a high position. 

It is a fact, we all should know, the 

morals of this nation 
Will higher, higher ever grow, through 

moral education ; 
r, Then let each youth of this our day, be 

filled with moral knowledge, 
And tax all wealth for means to pay and 

put them through the college. 



No 



less 



youth should be content with 

than thorough education. 
Also the papers, to express, a finished 

graduation. 
Then freedom would untrammeled reign 

throughout this glorious nation, 
And anarchy, retire for shame, and none 

wish its creation. 



How charming and beautiful, lovely and 
gay, 

Are the buds and flowers in May, 

As they open and blow and sweet fra- 
grance bestow. 

But they perish and soon fade away. 

Thus, man meets his doom, like the flow- 
ers in bloom, 

In his vigor remains but a day. 

Often called in the bloom and is laid in 
the tomb, 

And his glory all passeth away. 

This life as a rule, is a primary school, 
To prepare for college above. 
If our time we will fool, on the do- 
nothing stool. 
Then this life a sad failure will prove. 

Then we ever should move, and our time 
well improve, 

And be ready when called on to go. 

Learn to merit his love, in bright man- 
sions above, 

A diploma he then will bestow. 

Our record will tell, if our passing is 

well. 
When by death we are taken away, 
Where we hope long to dwell and the 

grand chorus swell. 
And on harps that are golden to play. 

And forever to reign, on that heavenly 
plane. 

With the loved ones who passed on be- 
fore, 

And forever remain with the lamb that 
was slain, 

And the Saints of that bright shining 
shore. 



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WHO IS THE CRIMINAL? 

We boast of free America, in poetry and 
song, 

And oft extoll her virtues and we laud 
her army strong; 

We claim that all have equal rights un- 
der her righteous laws 

That pessimists and discontents com- 
plain without a cause. 

But freedom unrestrained by law, by 
proper limits bound 

Is anarchy, and worse than to be ruled 
by heads that's crowned. 

Our own rights reach their limit where 
another's rights begin 

When we transcend that limit, we against 
all others sin. 

The cry that Prohibition curbs your own 

inherent right 
Is nonsense to a thinking man, who has 

the truth in sight. 
You have no right to drink a dram that 

stupefies your brains 
And takes from you your usefulness, 

your sense and reason chains ; 
For you a sacred duty owe to children, 

friends and wife, 
To guard their sacred rights with care, 

as you would your own life. 
Then vote for pure and righteous laws, 

the helpless ones to save 
And watch with zeal, lest any one, shall 

fill a drunkard's grave. 

The weak of will, the wife, the child, 

have sacred rights to shield. 
Right to protection by the strong to 

whom they all must yield. 
Then, if you vote for noxious laws, 

against the public weal 
You're tramping on your neighbor's 

rights, worse than his cash to steal. 
You have no right to vote for laws, to 

make your neighbor drunk, 
Bring grief and sorrow to his home 

while he in sin is sunk ; 
His wife and children bring to want their 

pleading cannot save, 
His money all goes down his throat, he 

fills a drunkard's grave. 

If by your vote, you put on sale, intoxi- 
cating drink 

You know that by its constant use many 
good men will sink. 



Then who is the real criminal in this 

vile tragedy 
You put the weapon in the hand that did 

your neighbor slay, ^ 

That you his hard earned cash might J 

share through license that you sell ; \ 
His wife and children come to want and 

in the poor house dwell. 
If you should vote for the saloon to 

make your taxes light, ^ 

You're Satan's agent at the polls waging / 

a wicked fight. 

To get your neighbor's money and your 4\ 

own pocket to save '■ 

You care not for your neighbor though 

he fill a drunkard's grave. 
The man who runs a vile saloon, home 

pleasures to destroy. 
He is the people's enemy, the devil's 

lackey boy. 
And if you vote for the saloon you're ' 

more to blame than he, " 

You sell the devil's imp the right to kill 

and then go free. 
Then friend and brother, please beware, 

this question ponder well. 
Lest you should help to slay your friends 

and send your soul to hell. 



THE CIGARETTE. 



Two bright little boys named Charley 

and Ray, 
Were just the same size until one fatal \ 

day, 
While leisurely walking along on the 

street. 
Another boy, Harry, they happened to , 
meet. 

"Oh, Harry!" said Charley, "O please do 

me tell. 
What is it you smoke that has such a 

queer smell?" < 

"Here, take one," said Harry. "You'll 

like it I'll bet, 
'Tis made of tobacco ; its name, cigarette. 

"Now smoke; it will make you look man- 
ly and big. 

And add to your looks in your new Sun- 
day rig." 

Now Charley soon yielded, but Ray was 
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\nd said, "I think I know what I'm 
about ; 

[ think the tobacco would soon make me 

sick 
And then you would laugh that you 

fooled me so slick." 
"O Ray," said young Charley. "Now 

look!" As he spoke 
iHe took the vile thing and began to 

pufif smoke. 

Then Harry and Charley quite freely 
agreed 

That cigarette smoking was manly in- 
deed. 

They laughed at young Ray as a coward- 
ly jay, 

Until he soon left them and went his 
own way. 

Eight years passed away, and they all 

met again ; 
The time was at hand when they all 

should be men. 
While Ray was manly and strong as an 

oak 
The others were wrinkled and dwarfed 

by the smoke. 

Their swarthy cheeks hollow and shrunk- 
en their eyes, 

Stoop shouldered and nervous, while 
smoke dimmed their eyes. 

While time with her months and her 
years rolled along 

Young Ray remained happy and healthy 
and strong 

And lived to a vigorous, healthy old age, 
A useful, a manly and honorable sage. 
While Charley, poor fellow, no doctor 

could save, 
At twenty-five years filled a premature 

grave. 

While Harry, not long with his friends 
did remain, 

Before he was thirty was wildly insane. 

And such is the fate of the cigarette boy, 

It poisons his body, his mind will de- 
stroy. 

O boys, do beware of that poisonous 

weed; 
'Tis noxious and filthy and costly indeed. 
It weakens your nerves and it addles 

your brain. 
You soon become filthy and often insane. 



THE SERPENT OF THE STILL. 

The greatest curse on this fair land, as- 
suming giant power, 
Is the vile serpent of the still, all men 

it would devour. 
With poisonous slime he smears the path 

of women, men and youth. 
And lures them to his slimy den, the 

devil's private booth ; 
And there with rum's hypnotic power, 

he blights their power of will. 
Controls them by his subtle power, the 

venom of the still. 
That serpent throws out his decoy, for 

men of every line ; 
They are lured into devil's dens with 

fixtures rare and fine. 

The devil and his imps are there, where 
serpents love to dwell, 

And by their base hypnotic power mil- 
lions of men have fell. 

The almshouse is his heritage where 
many victims dwell. 

The prison is his boarding house, his vic- 
tim's earthly hell ; 

For all who enter in his den and trifle 
with his fare 

When its vile charm they would resist, 
they yield in sad despair. 

With his vile fangs still in their flesh 
they oft resolve anew 

To beard the serpent in his den, to wife 
and friends be true. 

But months and years they struggle on 

to serpent rum a slave, 
And often fill a prison cell and then a 

drunkard's grave. 
With tears of grief and aching hearts, in 

sorrow and forlorn. 
The wife and children left in want, re- 
gret that they were born. 
Let every loyal patriot to home and 

friends be true, 
Drive that vile serpent from this land 

and fight until they do; 
With tongue and pen forever work, vote 

home and friends to save 
And bury that vile serpent deep in dark 

oblivion's grave. 



THE TOBACCO HOG. 

We have him in this day and age, 
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Where e'er we go tho near or far 
We often meet him on the car. 

No matter who he chance to meet 
He will select the choicest seat. 
Tho ladies are on every hand 
He holds it while the ladies stand. 

He spits tobacco on the floor, 

On either side, also before, 

And oft from his foul mouth will squirt 

Tobacco on some lady's skirt. 

But if to smoke is his delight. 
His breath is in such awful plight 
It gags the ladies by his side. 
They wish that out of there he'd slide. 

But there defiantly he'll stick 
With ladies gagging, turning sick. 
They think his chance for heaven slim. 
While he thinks God's in debt to him. 

Let every youth in this fair land 
Now take a vow and by it stand, 
That he a decent life will lead 
And never use the filthy weed. 



TWIN DEMONS. 



"O Death," said the grave, "give me food 

I am hungry." 
Death answered, "My ministers forth I 

will send. 
Tobacco and Alcohol, two demons serve 

me. 
And they shall supply thee with food to 

the end. 
They go in disguise as a food or a medi- 
cine; 
The people will chew, drink and smoke 

till they die." 
The grave said, " 'Tis well ; if those 

demons assist thee 
For they make their deadly work sure on 

the sly." 

"O hark ! hear the church bells, they ring 
in a hurry 

They come to thee now," said grim 
death to the grave. 

"A drunkard has killed wife and child in 
his fury. 

And then killed himself, work, the hang- 
man to save. 



"And now others come, followed by j 

weeping children, 
A lady from grief and want died far too 

soon 
Whose husband spent all by his smoking 

and drinking 
And he, too, was killed in a drunken 

saloon. j 

"And here comes a young man who had 

good intentions, 
Who Qirough dissipation, was early to 

die. 
He smoked, then he drank, then he gam- 
bled his money, 
Through drinking he comes in thy bosom 

to lie. 
Hush! Hark! hear that wailing; a poor 

widowed mother 
Is weeping and wailing for her only son. 
He smoked, chewed and drank, spurned 

her love and her warning; 
He now comes to thee and his earth life 

is done. 

"And thus they are coming by mil- 
lions to greet thee, 

I lure them with drugs and my poisonous 
drink. 

And vainly they dream of escape from 
my clutches, 

But I lure them onward and cause them 
to sink. 

The strong door of destiny I shut be- 
hind them; 

While under my power, they still think 
they're free 

With my fatal spell I then solidly bind 
them, 

They smoke, drink, and riot, then hasten 
to thee." 

The grave said, "Thy work is exceeding- 
ly pleasing — 
Continue to send forth thy demons, I * 

pray, 
To entice the young into dissolute habits. 
To smoke, chew and drink and they'll 

soon come my way; 
Enchant them with base appetite and its 

pleasures 
That they may forget the true object of 

life, 
And they will through dissolute habits , 

die early 
And come unto me through debauchery 

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"And thus we will work and will both 

pull together 
And reap a rich harvest of youths and of 

men. 
Their souls will be cared for by Satan, 

our brother, 
Those who don't come early may go to 

the pen." 
O youths of America, men ; heed our 

warning 
And shun those twin demons, O take a 

firm stand, 
Come forth pure and bright in eternity's 

morning, 
Untarnished, to dwell in that bright hap- 
py land. 



You license to ensnare all men, their 

morals to corrupt. 
And bring dissension in the home and 

families disrupt. 
And keep the almshouse well supplied 

with victims who have fell. 
While you for license get their cash, 

your bank accoimt to swell. 
You license paupers to increase and thus 

augment the yield 
Of those to lie beneath the sod, within 

the potter's field, 
And last, but not to you the least, your 

guilty soul you sell 
And with your guilty agent send your 

guilty soul to hell. 



TO THE MAN WHO VOTES TO 
LICENSE THE SALE OF 

INTOXICATING DRINKS. 

You license men, you're agents, sir, to 

keep on hand and sell 
Intoxicating liquor that will feed the 

flames of hell. 
To run what you call a saloon, a real 

devil's snare. 
To lure to ruin and to woe all who may 

enter there. 
You license to debauch mankind and 

keep the workman poor, 
For rum secure his hard earned cash the 

wolf bring to his door, 
While wife and children come to want 

with sad hearts, sick and sore, 
And struggle on without relief, their 

cruel fate deplore. 

You license to seduce all men and rum is 
your decoy. 

By rum's hypnotic influence their honor 
you destroy. 

Their moral standard you bring low, by 
your nefarious trade 

And fill the prisons of the land with vic- 
tims you have made. 

You license to prepare all men by rum's 
hypnotic fire 

To enter the vortex of crime and deg- 
radation's mire, 

You lure them in, secure their cash, that 
wife and children need. 

They must appeal to charity to satisfy 
your greed. 



WOMEN^S WRONGS 

Our social system is to women un- 

unjust. 
It prescribes for her, and obey she 

must, 
But sooner or later will come the 

day. 
When women with men will have fair 

play. 

Her fond aspirations she must con- 
ceal, 

Her heart's desire she dare not re- 
veal, 

She reads by the light of her soul 
on fire. 

Her secrets of love and her heart's 
desire. 

She drinks bitter cups of sorrow in 

tears, 
And holds to her secret through 

lonely years. 
And if she dare plainly express the 

same. 
The cruel world will cry "Shame, O, 

shame." 

Away with such cruelty, it is un- 
fair. 

She has the same right as have men 
to declare, 

The right to express by her actions 
and voice. 

And choose from the world the man 
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For women have shown that the fem- 
inine class, 

Are equals to men and oft times men 
surpass, 

In morals and intellect, also in tact, 

In diplomat circles, when called on 
to act. 

And man is ungenerous, also unjust, 
To urge a fair lady in his love to 

trust. 
If she has proclaimed by a hint or 

a sign. 
That his overtures she would rather 

decline. 

The mothers most often the children 

impress. 
To form future habits, to curse or to 

bless, 
Then educate women, in all that 's 

good, 
Preparing their minds for a pure 

motherhood. 
The thoughts of the mother most 

surely will be 
Impressed on her children, while yet 

round her knee, 
Then educate women in statecraft 

secure, 
If you wish our national politics pure. 

When women by laws have the honor 

to vote. 
They will by their power good morals 

promote, 
And evils that now on our statutes 

appear. 
Will soon be supplanted l)v l.iws thai: 

are pure. 

Since wnmen are equal to men in 
this age. 

Her voice should be heard on politi- 
cal stage, 

Our national welfare her voice will 
promote. 

A wave of morality bring by her vote. 

Then let us unite for the good of 
mankind, 

The vote of our sisters with ours com- 
bined 

'T would many an evil from statute 
erase. 

Add blessings in laws for the whole 
human race. 



O, hasten the day, when our laws* 

will declare, 
That women and men equal rights^jJ 

shall share. 
That each in all things shall the otherj] 

promote. 
And either shall go to the polls and 

vote. 



AVHO KILLED AMOS BROWN? 

Amos Brozvn, City Marshall of Fair- 
bury, III., zvas killed by Ray Scrivenj 
May 5, 1910, zvhile the latter was in- 
toxicated. 

On May the 5th 'tis sad to tell, 
Fairbury's worthy marshal fell 
A victim to the power of rum. 
Imbibed by one whose brain was numb.) 
On last election day to get 
Open saloons they voted wet 
And May the 5th was opening day 
And beer and whiskey held full sway. 

The drinking men who voted wet, 
Rejoicing at the chance to get 
A full supply of Satan's fire. 
Imbibed to their heart's full desire. 
Ray Scriven, on that fatal day 
While whiskey o'er him held full sway,' 
Laid sense and honor all aside 
And for a pistol quickly hied. 

His actions were so indiscreet 

When Marshall Brown he chanced to; 

meet. 
The marshall's power he did defy 
And told the marshall he must die. 
The marshall told him he must cease 
And go with him and keep the peace. [ 
'Twas then, while whiskey swayed his 

will 
He fired the fatal shot to kill. 

Now men of honor of each town 
Tell me, who killed poor Amos Brown 
The worthy guardian of the peace. 
While at his duty as police? 
Was it young Scriven, was it not 
Who fired at Brown the fatal shot 
King Alcohol then had full sway, 
Was licensed on election day. 

To numb men's brains and fight and kill 
And break the peace whene'er he will 
And hypnotize the brains of men 
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^ow is King Alcohol to blame 
;f he's sent out to do the same; 
.'f sent out by the men who vote 
To shoot men down, o'er sin to gloat? 

[f you should sell a man the right 
To murder, cheat and steal and fight; 
f those vile deeds he then should do 
Would you be blameless ? I mean you. 
\h, take this question to your heart, 
Digest it well in every part; 
Let justice in your heart prevail, 
A.nd see which one will tip the scale. 

Ye men who vote to license sin 

The victim's revenue to win, 

Do you expect to blameless be 

When judged for all eternity? 

O God, we pray thee, haste the day 

When men will vote for what they pray. 

Their honest conscience will obey 

Then ; they King Alcohol will slay. 



VERSES FOR ST. VALENTINE'S 
DAY. 

Since thou hast pierced with cupid's dart 
And filled with love this heart of mine, 
I long to win thy loving heart 
And be thy chosen valentine. 

O, I would pierce with cupid's dart 
And win thee, ever to be mine, 
'Twould fill with love my lonely heart. 
If thou wouldst be my valentine. 

O loved one, thou, with cupid's dart, 
Hast deeply pierced this heart of mine. 
O wilst thou heal this bleeding heart 
And be my loving valentine. 



TO THE NEW YEAR'S BELLS. 

O New Year bells, whose midnight knells 

Proclaim the passing year, 
•O ring thee slow and soft and low, 

For sorrowing hearts will hear. 
Thy soft sad toll to many a soul 
, Will tell of hopes now dead. 
And dear old things to memory clings 

Pass with the year just fled. 



We'll bury thought that last year brought 

Of sorrow, grief and pain. 
On this glad night renew the fight. 

New courage take again. 
When with delight this New Year's night 

The waiting watchman hear 
Thy sweet clear note, so gladly float, 

Ring in the glad new year. 

'Tis then, sweet bells, thy music swells 

Both loud and sweet and clear. 
Let all rejoice with heart and voice 

And hail the bright New Year. 
Then ring this night with wild delight. 

To cheer and give new life, 
Put courage in those who would win 

Success with little strife. 



LOVE OF THE HEART. 

No matter what Dame Fortune may 
deny. 
As long as health and strength shall 
with me stay, 
She cannot shut the windows of the sky 
And rob me of the glorious light of 
day. 
Though cruel fate should thwart my 
fond desire 
And bafi^e every effort of my own. 
She cannot quench the ever-living fire 
Of love, while reason sits npon her 
throne. 

The love of all things just and true and 
good, 
The beautiful, the lovely and benign, 
That views the world as one grand broth- 
erhood, 
Will ever live to cheer this heart of 
mine. 

The love of nature glowing in my heart 
Is heaven born and ever will be mine, 
At no decree of fate will e'er depart, 
For it is part of God and is divine. 
That love will be my guide, my beacon 
light. 
And point the way through my declin- 
ing years, 
My glorious sun by day, my moon by 
night. 
To guide me to the higher, better, 
spheres. 



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BEAUTIFUL SNOW. 



O snow ! thou beautiful snow, 
Gift of the clouds to earth below, 
Kissing the mountain, the hill and dale ; 
Flirting with zephyrs, riding the gale ; 
Child of the clouds on a cold, bleak day, 
Laughing and chasing in gleeful play; 
Whirling with many a frolicsome freak, 
Kissing and moistening many a cheek. 

Borne on the crest of the raging storm. 
Chilled by his breath into crystal form. 
Skipping and dancing" upon the breeze ; 
Weaving a mantle for earth and trees ; 
Joys of the winter thy coming doth 

bring ; 
Youths of the land many snowballs fling. 
Thou dost make merry the bells and 

sleigh. 
Beautiful snow, thou art king of the day. 

Wooing the flowers of earth to sleep, 
Out of thy mantle in spring they'll creep ; 
Melting with joy thou wilst greet the 

flowers. 
Leave them in care of the April showers. 
No purer gift e'er to man wast given, 
Emblem of love and truth and heaven. 
Cleanse me, O God, thy rich love bestow. 
Make me as pure as the beautiful snow. 



THE SONG OF THE BROOK. 

Sweet is thy music in woodland re- 
sounding, 
Softly it echoes and lovely the lay, 
Babbling and singing o'er bright pebbles 
bounding, 
Joyfully rippling and gliding away. 

Pleasing thy rhapsodies, joyfully lending 

Charms to thy dancing and frolicsome 

play; 

Sweet are thy notes with the soft zephyrs 

blending. 

Joining in chorus by night and by day. 

Brilliant as diamonds thy ripples un- 
folding, 
Sparkling with sunlight thy bubbles 
and spray. 
Mingling with shadows that green leaves 
are holding, 
Adding sweet charms that now over 
thee play. 



Birds perched aloft in their gladness art! 
singing. 
Songs with a cadence and melod^ 
sweet, ! 

Soft zephyrs play on the trees sweeth„ 
ringing, 
Filling my heart with a joy most com 
plete. 

Flow on sweet brook with thy song t( 

the river, 

Sound thy glad notes over valley an<j 

lea. 

Thou art the child of a bountiful giver 

Destined to carry his gifts to the seal 



Flow on forever, the Father will blesi^ 
thee. 
Ever thy thirst he will quench witt 
the rain; 
Green banks and willows will kiss ancjt 
caress thee. :i 

Flow on, thy waters will come bad; 
again. * 

Flow, gentle brook, the good angels wil 
guide thee 
Through lovely valleys, twixt moun 
tain and lea. 
Rivers benign in their bosom will hidf 
thee, 
Give thee a haven of rest in the sea. '1 



WHEN YOU KNOW. 

When you know the nervous anguish 

That an unkind word will cause. 
When you study compensation's 

Also retribution's laws. 
And you place yourself one moment 

In the other person's place, 
You will meet them with contrition 

And a smile upon your face. 



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When you know the heartfelt sadness \ 

That each kind word drives away. 
When you know the joy and gladness 

'Ihat kind words bring, that you say,i 
You will keep a watchful vigil 

O'er your tongue from day to day. 
Then forgiveness and sweet charity 

Will dictate what you say. 

When you know the peace and pleasure 
That will calm your troubled breast 



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■id bring overflowing measure 
Df sweet joy and peaceful rest, 
')U will look upon all others 
With much charity and love, 
id greet all the world as brothers 
IA.S do angels from above. 



WHERE IS GOD? 

feel Him in the wind that blows, 
id when the earth quakes in her throes, 
is pulse vibrates from pole to pole, 
feel His presence in my soul. 

see Him in the clear blue sky, 

le rocks, the hills and mountams high, 

id in the ocean's rolling wave 

he rain that falls the earth to lave. 

taste Him in all that I eat, 
'; cereals, salt, and sugar sweet, 
nd in the fruit of every clime, _ 
hat he provides from time to time. 

smell Him when the flowers fair 
xhale their fragrance in the air, 
nd all sweet odors that I smell 
heir fragrance sweet His presence tell. 

nd in my brother, God I see, 

■e is a part of you and me 

nd in our hands we hold the key 

set His mighty forces free. 

rod is in everything we see, 

1 the unseen also is He; _ 

le rules the universe as king, 
le is the life of everything. 



THE MODERN GIRL. 

'he modern girl is made to feel 
That she is something superfine, 

Lud in her egotistic zeal 
Sometimes she thinks she is divme. 

;he ever tries with saintly grace 
To make herself look wondrous fair, 

Vith talcum powder paints her face, 
False curls and frizzles hide her hair. 

n masking she is an expert 

Either at home or on the street, _ 
behind a mask she'll laugh and flirt 



Her natural self you never meet. 

Give me the girl with ruddy face 
That simple nature maketh fair, 

Endowed with modesty and grace, 
Her head adorned with natural hair. 

Who at necessity's demand 

Will happily assist with joy, 
And lend a willing, helping hand 

As kitchen maid or parlor toy. 
Although the sphere in life they fill 

Is crowned with wealth and free from 
cares. 
Each girl should with consummate skill 

Be trained in all household affairs. 



TO OUR ESTEEMED DECEASED 

FRIEND, C. C. HASSLER, BARD 

OF BLOOMINGTON. 

Tune, "America." 

Dear bard of Bloomington 

Thou many hearts hast won 

Through muses sweet. 

O thou with nimble quill 
Thou oft our hearts did thrill. 
On earth thou'lt e'er be still 
Will'st angels greet. 

Bright angels heard thee sing 
Of flowers, birds and spring 
And did rejoice. 

Thy songs sweet as the dove 
And full of fervent love. 
In heavenly courts above 
Are treasures choice. 

The Father called for thee 
And thou will'st ever be 
In mansions bright. 

Thy muse will sing for thee 
Through all eternity. 
With angels thou'lt be free 
In spheres of light. 

We mourn thy sudden call. 
The grief of one and all 
Is absolute. 



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When thy dear hand was stilled 
All hearts with anguish thrilled. 
Thy place can ne'er be filled 
Thy muse is mute. 

Thy spirit will be free 
Through all eternity 
And oft retire. 

To earth with muses sweet 
Thy dearest friends to meet 
And will them gladly greet 
When they desire. 

Thou'lt worship at the shrine 
Where muses sweet, divine, 
Are wont to dwell. 

Where bards celestially 
Are buoyant, joyous, free 
In peace and harmony 
Their voices swell. 



FORGET NOT THE OLD. 

Fond hope brings us visions of pleasures 

in store 
Awaiting our coming within the new 

year, 
And oft lures us heedlessly onward to 

press, 
With hopes that Dame Fortune with 

pleasures will bless. 

We build up air castles of fortune and 

fame 
And hope to establish an immortal name, 
Forgetting the gems of the years that 

have passed 
That crowned us with pleasure and joys 

to the last. 

O let us remember the good of the past. 
Forgetting misfortunes that o'er us were 

cast, 
'Twill bring a sweet charm from the old 

to the new. 
To bless us as flowers are quickened with 

dew. 

Hope oft paints a picture so bright and 

so fair 
And lures with false charms from her 

castles in air. 
Obscuring in memory blessings of old, 



We ever should cherish as diamonds a 
cold. 

God bless the old friends, may they w;^ 

us remain 
In memory sweet and oft bless us agal 
Though blessed with new friends ml 

the old long remain 
To charm and to bless us again ai 

again. 

Let the charms of the old sweetly ble| 

with the new, 
Let us save from the twain all the go^ 

and the true 
And cherish those jewels in memo 

sweet, 
'Twill make our lives happy, our pie; 

ure complete. 



TRUE HAPPINESS. 

Oh tell me not that wealth brings joj 
And hapniness without alloy. 

That young and old who hath much gd 
True happiness enjoy. 

When fortune hath our wants supplied 
A great abundance doth provide, 

And still adds more unto our store 
We are not satisfied. 

Though we have much more than 
need 

It does not satisfy our greed. 
The more we save the more we crave, 

To wisdom give no heed. 

And while we do to wealth aspire 
To satisfy that vain desire. 

We toil till old to get much gold. 
Neglect a life that's higher. 

Happiness comes from good done heil 

Good deeds and smiles and words 
cheer. 
Such kindness done will soon have w(j 

The love of friends most dear. 
Our lives will happiness supply 

If we with faith and courage try, 
And do and dare our lives to square 

The golden rule thereby. 
If love we make our constant guide, 

With acts and words to coincide, 
True happiness will come to bless 

And we'll be satisfied. 



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THE THUNDER STORM. 

God, it seems that in thy wrath the 

clouds Thou fain wouldst ride 
d bring forth to deluge the earth the 

waters of the tide, 
d turn loose thy war dogs of wrath 

in thunder tones to yell 
d with them flood the earth with rain 

and mighty rivers swell. 

seems that thou wouldst curse the 

earth from out the frowning cloud 
id in thy wrath would shake the earth 

with thunder strong and loud, 
om center to circumference vibrations 

seem to roll, 
ith wonderful electric power shake her 

from pole to pole. 

seems that thou from out the cloud 

thy breath of wrath would blow 
id in thy vengeance sweep the earth 

and everything lay low. 
ith thunder's roar and lightning's flash 

the earth would tear in twain, 
id devastation o'er the earth would 

then supremely reign. 

it ah, when viewed with judgment 
calm thy mysteries unfold, 

e then after the raging storm a smiling 
face behold. 

le storm is o'er, the sun shines bright, 
the air is pure and clear. 

1 nature with new life is glad, rejoic- 
ing, lovely, fair. 

Lord, what seemed to be thy wrath 
was mercy, grace and love, 

pon the earth we could not dwell with- 
out rain from above. 

he cloud must rise to bring the rain, 
the wind must bring the shower. 

he lightning purify the air, all by thy 
wondrous power. 

''e see that o'er thy children here thou 

hast a watchful eye, 
''ith many blessings held in store to give 

us by and by; 
Ithough the clouds may gather dark 

and threaten to destroy, 
o him who puts his trust in thee, it 

brings him peace and joy. 



Then we should work and trust in thee, 

against thee ne'er complain. 
Thou knowest what for us is best and 

when to bring the rain. 
To him who lives and trusts in thee, his 

life for good is given. 
Will after death rejoice with thee, his 

portion will be heaven. 



A WISE WOMAN. 



A woman is wise who to ideas will cling 
That buying on tick is a dangerous thing, 
Who mends all the clothing to save a 

few dimes. 
By kindness and love mends her husband 

at times. 

Who keeps well her temper and servants' 
bills paid, 

And keeps herself neatly without ser- 
vants' aid. 

Who learns by experience in every day 
cares, 

There's room for improvement in house- 
hold afifairs. 

And every good mother and dutiful wife 
Will teach the child good moral lessons 

of life. 
Her life is devoted to Icved ones at 

home. 
Who ne'er forgot mother though far 

they may roam. 

Oh how I love mother, who first gave me 

birth. 
Without her I ne'er would have lived on 

this earth. 
She taught me some lessons I learned not 

in school, 
To practice and live by the true golden 

rule. 

If all the dear mothers were wise and 
discreet. 

Would spend less time in the club and 
the street. 

And teach their dear children the good 
righteous way 

We'd have less inmates of our prisons 
today. 

Oh when will our women arise and de- 
clare 

For less time for fashion and more time 
for prayer. 



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If such a phenomenon now would begin 
We'd have peace on earth and good will 
toward men. 



WHAT WILL IT BE? 

O what will it be when our life's work 
is done 
And our years of probation are o'er, 
To grasp the glad hands of the beckon- 
ing ones 
Who wait on that bright shining shore. 

O what will it be, in the sweet by and by, 

To kiss our beloved over there, 
To bask in the gleams of their bright 
beaming eyes 
And to dwell in that land bright and 
fair. 

O what will it be in those flowery vales 

To walk with our loved ones so true, 
Where springtime with flowers and fruit 
never fails, 

With roses and violets blue. 
O what will it be in that flowery vale 

With rivers eternally fair, 
To peacefully float without rudder or 
sail, 

Propelled by our thoughts through the 



O what will it be when we dwell in the 
spheres 
And sail through the air with such 
ease. 
To travel in minutes what here would 
take years. 
And go quick as thought where we 
please? 

O what will it be when we reach the 
white throne 
And hear that sweet welcoming voice 
Say, "Come to my home, thou art one of 
my own, 
Dear child, thou hast made a wise 
choice." 



Then keep in view the bright side as y! 

travel on your way. 
You'll find this consolation for the a 

you have in hand, , 

A healing balm for every wound, whi 

e'er you may demand. ^ 

This lovely world was made for you, < 

joy it while you're here. 
Some day you will be moving on ii 

another sphere. 
Then look upon the bright side and I 

happy every day, I 

Give only loving words and smiles, 'tvj 

cheer you on your way. 

If thou wilt count thy blessings o'er, al 

pass thy troubles by. 
Thy life wilt be a happy one, withouJ 

grief or sigh. ! 

Then every time thou art in doubt, ji 

count thy blessings o'er; 
They will discount thy sorrows, thot 

find happiness in store. 

When yonder glorious morning S! 

beams forth her golden light, ; 
And clothes all Nature with her rol 

of gorgeous beauty bright, 
Then, dear one, please do not forj 

beauties of every hue 
Were all made by a master hand, all 

delight thy view. 

The moon with mellow golden rays w 

radiance so bright. 
And stars adorning heaven's dome, mal; 

glad the darkest night. 
The grass and flowers at thy feet spc 

taneously bloom, 
Dame Nature's pageantries are spre 

to drive away thy gloom. 

Go listen to the song bird's notes of j 

and then give heed, 
Thou wilt be thrilled with pleasure a 

from trouble will be freed. 
Then listen to the music of the bro^ 

so sweet and rare 
And view on yonder hill and dale 

gorgeous robes they wear. 



BE HAPPY. 

Your life is what you make it with your 
thoughts from day to day. 



Then listen to the music in the gen 

balmy breeze, 
A thousand golden harps played by 

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en dear one please remember those 
sweet charms thy spirit sue 

make thy Hfe a happy one, and make 
thee good and true. 

2 patient seasons serve thee with their 

bounteous annual yield, 
y spirit loved ones guard thee both by 

day and night thy shield. 
tne Nature ever greets thee with a 

cheerful, pleasant smile, 

tries to teach her children to be 

happy all the while. 

full years pour upon tliee all these 

gifts from Nature's store; 
ey all are for thy happiness, dear one, 

what wouldst thou more? 
;n always view the bright side, 'tis the 

sure road to success. 
n\\ always make thee happy and thy 

life 'tis sure to bless. 



The honest man who has the vim 
And longing to possess. 

His honest efforts bring to him 
Good fortune and success. 



NEVER TRUST TO LUCK. 

there's a man who is content 
Vith what he has in store, 
lo is not on its increase bent 
^nd wishing to have more — 

is a man who has no goal, 
le also has no grip, 

inspiration in his soul, 
Jo stiffness in his lip. 

- such a man believes in luck 
i.nd thinks it comes by chance, 
that fool idea he is stuck, 
■Jo courage to advance. 

lays him down to sleep at night 
Vith no thought for tomorrow ; 
th want he sometimes has to fight, 
/lust beg or steal or borrow. 

e me the man with vim and pluck 
Vho never is content ; 
lo never never trusts to luck, 
Vho is for fortune bent. 

r such a man will find success, 
Vvents he will control ; 

honest efforts all will bless 
Vnd he will reach his goal. 



THE SIMILARITY OF THE RAIN- 
BOW AND OUR NATION'S 
FLAG. 

God set the rainbow in the sky 

His promises to verify 

That ne'er a deluge flood of rain 

Should drown all life on earth again. 

Noah was righteous on his part, 
Was upright, after God's own heart; 
And trusted God in every way, 
And did his bidding day by day. 

When God foretold the coming flood 
To drown all those who were not good 
And said to Noah, "Build an Ark," 
He doubted not and went to work. 

He soon had built the grand old boat 
And had her ready up to float. 
Of beasts and fowls of every kind 
And creeping things that he could find. 

Both male and female entered in 
Before the deluge did begin. 
He snugly fastened up the door 
And soon the rain began to pour. 

Forty days and nights of rain 
Submerged each mountain, hill and plain 
And every living thing was dead. 
Except what in the ark were fed. 

And all that to God's words did hark 
Were saved from drowning in the ark. 
For Noah and all others' sake 
Then God a covenant did make 

That he would ne'er destroy again 
All life upon the earth with rain. 
God said, "My pledge to verify 
I'll set my rainbow in the sky. 

" 'Twill ever be a sign to you 
That I am God and I am true." 
Then all who travel error's way 
Should trust in God and live today. 

And like the rainbow in the sky 
Our nation's flag will ever fly. 



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A covenant from Uncle Sam, 
Who is our nation's great I am. 

And all who dwell beneath its fold 
His great protecting arm will hold, 
In life and liberty secure, 
Forever and forever more. 

Where'er the stars and stripes shall wave, 
His subjects, his strong arm will save. 
And other western nations weak 
His great protecting arm will seek. 

With love for all humanity 
His great heart beats to see them free, 
Where'er the stars and stripes shall be 
They'll wave for peace and liberty. 



LIKE THE BILLiOWS OF THE 
OCEAN. 

Lines from a lady friend to the author 
after having received from the author 
a copy of his song, "Loved One's At 
Home." 

Like the billows of the ocean. 
Like the glorious golden sun, 

Is the power of the eternal 
That may come to everyone. 

Like the wondrous glow of sunset. 
Like the stars that twinkle bright, 

In the firmament of heaven, 

To make earth's pathway bright. 



Like 



that wondrous 



the golden moon 
orb. 

That lights the sky by night 
And penetrates to many spheres 
Beyond our mortal sight. 

Is the power that seems to touch me, 
With its inspiration bright, 

And I know that you have felt it 
As I read your song tonight. 



A RESPONSE TO THE POEM "LIKE 

THE BILLOAA S OF THE 

OCEAN." 

Your charming message came to hand in 

due and proper time. 
It's lines are lovely, beautiful, indeed 

they are sublime. 



a:t 



In truth thou art an instrument, > 

which the muses play, 
A golden harp with silver strings vibrj 

ing day by day; 
And when they touch those tender chor| 

rich music, soft and sweet, 
Rolls forth with sweetest melody 

prompts thy heart to beat 
With charming inspiration echoes of t 

great Divine, 
And I rejoice to know it beats in unis 

with mine. 

I feel that thou art on the plane of syj; 

pathy and love, _ ' 

Thy angel friends inspire thy mind 1 

dwell in courts above 
And thus direct thy inmost thought a 

cause thy heart to feel 
A love for all humanity and work w\ 

noble zeal. 
'Tis glorious to be imbued with swt 

poetic fires 
When muses fill our heart with love a 

heavenly desires ; 
With rapture grand we soar aloft a 

view the heavenly spheres 
And loving angels bless the wo 

through us in future years. 

The noblest impulse of the heart wl 

we are here below 
Is to relieve the weak and helpless 

their grief and woe. 
And charity to others with a pure, un 

fish love 
Will fit us for the higher sphere wh 

angels dwell above. 
Oh could I wield, unbridled power, 1 

many kings of old, 
I'd send o'er mead and plain and bo^ 

relief and help untold, 
I'd see that each and every class sho 

each a blessing share 
And each and all have equal rights ; 

equal burdens bear. 



BEHIND THE GOLDEN GATE. 

They say, behind the shining gate of g 

Is paradise, adorned with gol 

streets. 

And ever blooming flowers there unf 
And fill the air with fragrance 
and sweet. 



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d mansions where the saints in glory- 
dwell 

Vnd praise the Lord in robes as white 
as snow, , 

d temples where melodious voices 
swell, 

d jasper walls where crystal waters 
flow. 

'onder if there's waving in the breeze 
ireen sun-lit thickets, where sweet 

songsters dwell, 
|th plums and cherries hanging on the 

trees, 
ind nuts and grapes that children love 

so well, 
vonder if there's prairies vast and 

green 
Vhere waves the grass and flowers of 

the lea, 
lere roses sweet and lilies fair are 

seen 
!*hat in my childhood were so dear to 

me. 

want the modest violet so blue 
^nd honevsuckles that were growing 

wild, 
r-get-me-nots that in the valley grew, 
.''hat sweetly charmed me when I was 

a child, 
want the meadow lark's sweet morn- 
ing call, 
?he shepherd dog's shrill bark at twi- 
light hour, 
e lovely fields behind the garden wall, 
^'he lawn behind the brook and shady 
bower. 

want the creek with water lilies fair, 
?he spring whose crystal waters fed 

the stream, 
e hum of prairie chickens in the air, 
^hey haunt me when of childhood's 

days I dream, 
want the children's laughter when 

they play 
n hide and seek and romp in childish 

glee, 
want my darling babies every day 
^o sing and prattle while upon my 

knee. 

want the dear old friends I loved so 

well 
^nd loved ones near and dear who 

were my own, 



Whose love and kindness did my bosom 
swell. 
Who passed away and left me all alone. 
I wonder if in paradise are these 

And many other blessings to be given, 
To give us joy, and sorrow to appease 
That we may have a happy home in 
heaven. 



FORGIVE AND FORGET. 

No sentence so great that will prove such 

a winner 
Or bring such relief when we worry 

and fret 
And soften the heart of the saint or the 

sinner 
As those magic words "I forgive and 

forget." 
In weighing the act of the life of an- 
other 
Let charity balance the scale every time. 
Remember some things are no sin in 

your brother 
That in your own acts would be really 

a crime. 

Oft times education will work as a 
leaven. 
An unbalanced temper our actions will 
tell, 
And what to our brother is pleasure and 
heaven, 
To us it would sometimes be sorrow 
and hell. 
The sin of an act lies in the intention. 
Not measured by passion or impulse 
at all. 
But when the conditions should be a pre- 
vention, 
'Tis then that the crime should the 
actor enthrall. 

All men God hath made, we cannot make 
them over, 
Then let us not censure nor worry and 
fret 
But let us their faults with sweet charity 
cover 
And learn that grand lesson, forgive 
and forget. 
Oh think of the pattern that Jesus hath 
brought us 
To love all our neighbors and pay 
every debt 



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And heed that grand lesson He also hath 
taught us 
To ever and always, forgive and for- 
get. 

And oft there's a cause that we fail to 
discover 
That prompted their acts and we cen- 
sure them, yet 
Their innocence, justice and time will 
uncover 
And prove it is best to forgive and 
forget ; 
And oft inborn passions become the 
prime mover 
And cause the weak victims to act in a 
fret, 
Then let us their faults with sweet char- 
ity cover 
And learn that grand lesson, forgive 
and forget. 



FORGIVE AND FORGET. 

Forgive thy erring brother and forget 
And throw revengeful feelings all 
away; 
Such charity thou never will regret 
Thy heart will feel much lighter day 
by day. 
Thy steps upon life's path will lighter be 
If from thy heart the heavy load is 
cast, 
Thy mental sky so clear that thou canst 
see 
And look with charity upon the past. 

Let not thy anger swell thy passion high 
That thou wouldst hurl injustice back 
again ; 
Let all in sweet oblivion's ocean die. 
Remembrance will still augment the 
pain. 
Let not the grief and sorrow of today 
Return tomorrow and thy peace de- 
stroy; 
Oh let the spectral shadow pass away 
And in its stead will come sweet peace 
and joy. 

Our lives like variant rivers onward glide, 
Then let us watch the rudders of our 
keel 



That we may stem the waves of angei 
tide 
And guide our lives to bless the pub! 
weal. 
Stir not to wrath by words or acts u 
told, 
Its consequence thou ever will regr 
Let love and kindness erring brothej 
bind. 

With charity forgive them and forgi 

I 

Kindness and love the weapon thi 

shouldst wield, 

Will melt the hardest heart, thout 

made of stone 

Its adamant to love's great power w 

yield, 

And bring kindness and love back; 

thy own 

And change the line that Dame Natv 

hath laid. 

By love and kindness change his tre' 

of thought, 

'Twill change the path environme 

hath made 

And surely bring the glorious objj 

sought. 

Environment and education, too, 

And temperament, are influencesstrc 

That cause our brothers unjust thingsj 

do, 

And leads them in the path of vice i 
wrong. 
Then we with love and charity sho 
view 
All men as real probationers of fat 
Who have not power otherwise to dc 
And we should pity rather than to h;|/ 



SUCH AS YOU GIVE YOU Wlli 
RECEIVE. 

As like begets like in material thing; 
The same in a spiritual sense is tn 
So when you give love unto others th 
springs 
A love in their hearts that comes b; 
to you. 
But if you give malice and envy ; 
strife 
And selfish desires your acts contro 
Your friends will be few in this eart 
life— 
Your own thoughts and actions > 
dwarf your soul. 



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3 with ocean's water, the clouds are 

blessed, 
he clouds send it back to the earth as 

rain, 
hrough rivers it goes to the ocean's 

breast, 
And the ocean receives her own again. 
' you want good neighbors, be good 

yourself; 
Be honest, be just, be upright and true; 
o right as pertaining to lucre and pelf, 
The world will then honor and ever 

bless you. 



he man who is honest, is just and fair. 

Who works for the right and will on- 
ward press, 

is portion is peace and his conscience 
clear, 

ior he ever liveth the world to bless. 

tien cultivate love for all human kind. 

Nor from the true path of your duty 
swerve, 

'will ever bring to you sweet peace of 
mind. 

'The world will give to you what you 
deserve. 

o matter how far your soul hath flown, 

Eternal justice awaits you there, 

nd you will there reap what you have 
sown. 

Then in deeds and actions beware, be- 
ware, 

nd when you are done with these 
earthly cares 

If you have done right you will be at 
peace, 

ith joy you will enter those heavenly 
spheres. 

For ever and ever your joys increase. 



IS LIFE WORTH THE LIVING? 

lis life is worth living a thousand 
times o'er, 

Sr nature hath furnished a bountiful 
store 

)r all who will use it with body and 
mind. 

u go where you will, you her treas- 
ures will find ; 

) on to the mountain and there take a 
view 



Of nature's grand treasures that were 

made for you. 
The sight you behold is most charming 

and prime, 
'Tis lovely, enchanting, 'tis grand and 

sublime. 

In viewing the landscape o'er mountain 

and lea. 
O'er meadows and valleys so lovely to 

see, 
Your heart swells within you, your love 

will revive. 
For nature's grand beauties, you're glad 

you're alive. 
Then view the grand rills as they rip- 
pling go. 
Meandering down to the river below, 
Now babbling, now rippling, to angels 

they sing, 
To lovers of nature sweet pleasure they 

bring. 

They run to the river through valley 

and lea. 
Whose waters majestically flow to the 

sea. 
The glorious sun, with her soft, mellow 

light. 
The landscape illumes, 'tis enchanting the 

sight. 
She clothes with rich verdure the hill and 

the dale, 
Bedecks in rich grandeur the mountain 

and vale. 
Among such grand beauties that nature 

doth give 
'Tis lovely to dwell and 'tis glorious to 

live. 

Then eat of the fruit that Dame Nature 

doth give 
And lovingly sends it to help us to live; 
'Tis lovely and beautiful, charming the 

eye, 
A boon to the palate to bless you and I. 
The flowers so lovely, so sweet and so 

fine, 
Exhaling a fragrance so pure, so divine, 
Makes life worth the living a thousand 

times o'er. 
When we know the beauties of nature's 

grand store. 

When viewing the gifts nature's God 
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Is life worth the living? I know you'll 

say Yes. 
When taking a look into nature's grand 

store, 
You'll wish to be living this life ever 

ipore ; 
The peace and contentment oft found in 

the home 
Surpasseth all pleasures we find when we 

roam; 
The sweets of the home life with those 

we adore 
Makes life worth the living a thousand 

times o'er. 

Then go to your home, to the loved ones 

who spend 
Their lives for your pleasure till this life 

shall end ; 
For sweet is the bliss when your loved 

ones you kiss, 
A halo of gladness that elsewhere you 

miss. 
I say, my dear brother or sister, 'tis true 
This world and its treasures were all 

made for you. 
Enjoy a full measure, this life's but a 

span. 
Be happy and stay here as long as you 

can. 



KENTUCKY. 

Tune, "Marching Through Georgia." 

Come dear friends, and listen while a 
story I relate — 

Tell you what's the matter with my old 
Kentucky state. 

When competing with the states, she at 
the top will rate, 
That's what's the matter with Ken- 
tucky. 

Chorus. 

Hurrah! Hurrah! praise her with joyful 
song. 

Hurrah! Hurrah! the gladsome phrase 
prolong. 

Old Kentucky's at the front when com- 
petition's strong. 
That's what's the matter with Ken- 
tucky. 



She has royal products of Kentucky S(| 
and air, j 

Horses exquisitely fine, and lovely ladi| 
fair. I 

Scattered o'er her landscape you can fi| 
them everywhere, t 

Fine ornaments for old Kentucky. 

Fine stock is her great success, tkefj 

no one will deny. 
At the front for many years with band 

flying high 
When on exhibition she contestants < 

defy. 
Sweeping the prizes for Kentucky, j 

Her tobacco is a source of wealth frtj 
out the land, ' 

Giving ample revenue to all who takej 
hand. , 

In the commerce of the world it haS 
royal brand, ^ 

Filling the coflfers of Kentucky. j 

Fuel is abundant and bought cheaplyrj 

a whole, 
Forests of fine timber that are underl 

with coal, 
Made to warm the body and to sati! 

the soul. 
While you remain in old Kentucky.- 

A happy, genial spirit is peculiar to 

air, 
Also in the gentlemen and in the lac 

fair. 
Also in the products of the still so cc 

mon there. 
She's a prolific old Kentucky. 

Her people are chivalrous, hospitable ; 

kind, 
Courteous to all who come, if honi 

true and kind. 
Those who act dishonestly will soon 

left behind, 
If they remain in old Kentucky. 

If you're out for pleasure and they kr 

you to be square. 
No place in the universe that you 

better fare. 
But to trample on their rights you nei 

never dare, 
Such is the style in old Kentucky. 

Many sons are honored with a handl 
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ajah, sah, or Colonel sah, upon the 

scroll of fame, 
r of old Kentucky is conducive to the 

same, 
When you are dwelling in Kentucky. 

le has many loyal sons the statesman's 

ranks to swell, 
so many statesmen who in knowledge 

do excell, 
any who could fill the president's chair 

full well, 
Now bringing honors to Kentucky. 

id for ladies beautiful, none with her 

can compete, 
rery type of beauty with her daughters 

is complete; 
ho contests her honors to themselves 

will bring defeat, 
Also bring honors to Kentucky. 

1 my old Kentucky, thou art very dear 
to me, 

ly dear hills and valleys always beauti- 
ful to see. 

here e'er I chance to roam, my heart 
remains with thee, 

My native land, my own Kentucky. 



)NSCIENCE IS A CREATURE OF 
EDUCATION. 

every man's brain is a monitor dwell- 
ing 

Who watches his master by day and 

1 by night. 

sits as a judge of his acts, ever telling, 

And pointing the way unto justice and 
right. 

lis monitor judge is a part of his being 

And always believes what his master 
believes. 

t cannot progress or have power of 
seeing 

Except through the knowledge his mas- 
ter receives. 

is master's belief formed by his edu- 
cation. 

Will dictate the question the judge has 
to solve. 



The judge will decide by his master's dic- 
tation 
And say right or wrong at the master's 
resolve. 

This judge is his conscience, and his 
education 
Has molded his sentiment and his be- 
lief; 
And conscience the child of his mental 
dictation 
Decides with its master, for he is its 
chief. 

So if you believe that a wrong is a right, 
sir. 
When you do that wrong you will feel 
you've done right, 
You'll have no remorse but will feel in 
good plight, sir, 
Your conscience will have no rebuke 
to indite. 

A man who is honest will always en- 
deavor 
To say and to do what he thinks to be 
right. 
And when he thinks wrong 'tis a power- 
ful lever, 
It governs his acts with great power 
and might. 

His conscience is clear and his judge will 
approve him. 
And tell him to go on repeating with 
might. 
And no opposition will change or will 
move him, 
Because he believes that he is doing 
right. 

Then we should weigh well all our acts 
before doing 
And see that they accord with the 
golden rule, 
Do justice to all while life's journey 
pursuing. 
Be ever a student in justice's school. 

Then parents and teachers beware what 
you're teaching 
Lest you propagate an approval of sin, 
And clergymen all please beware what 
you're preaching 
Lest you preach an error and let Satan 
in. 



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THE POWER OF LOVE. 

A mighty power for good in man is love, 
It rules the universe and all therein ; 

It emanates from heavenly courts above 
And overcomes and dwarfs the power 
of sin. 

If true love should pervade all human 
mind 
From peasant to the king upon his 
throne, 
And with an endless tie all hearts should 
bind 
And make each view all interests as 
his own ; 

Then every heart would be imbued with 
love. 
Our judges would vacate and courts 
adjourn. 
In peace and harmony the world would 
move 
And lawyers to pursuits of peace re- 
turn. 

Then every one the power of love could 
see 
And realize its glory and its worth; 
This world a mighty paradise would be, 
And heaven would be here upon the 
earth. 

O Father come with love and quickening 
power 
And cleanse each sinful heart and en- 
ter in; 
Be to each heart as dew is to the flower, 
er, 
And purge the world of selfishness 
and sin. 



TO THE OCEAN. 



Thou mighty ocean, crystal flood. 
Thou to the world's great brotherhood 
Art giving blessings every day, 
To help the millions on their way. 
Their ships upon thy bosom fly, 
Thy fisfi augment their food supply. 
Thy majesty, grand and sublime. 
Will long defy the hand of time. 

And when thy restless waves doth pour 
Thy rolling waters 'gainst the shore, 



It proves thy destiny to be 
To lave the earth from sea to sea. 
To bathe her face and bring to life 
Rich treasures, of which she is rife, 
That those who on her bosom rest 
Be ever by thy bounty blest. 

The mighty hand that doth control 
And calm thy waves, that onward roll 
Will also send thy rich supply 
Of crystal waters from the sky; 
Will keep thee full and ever free 
To loan thy waters ceaselessly, 
Unto the earth by giving much 
To bring to life by moistening touch. 

And kisses sweet and gentle grace 
With verdure clothe her lovely face. | 
When thou hast bathed her lovely f^| 
She soon returns, with thankful gracei 
The sparkling waters thou hast given; 
The blessed gift to thee from heavem 
Are thus returned again to thee 
In grateful reciproicty. 

The sparkling drops of dew and rairj 
And thou receivest thine own again. 
Thus mighty ocean thou hast taught 
A truth, with a grand lesson fraught,! 
That what we to the world shall give: 
The same we'll from the world receive 
Oh then we should in all we do. 
In word or act, be always true. 



THE SUNNY SOUTH. 

When frost begins to chill the breeze 
And strip the leaves from lovely trecb 
And wild geese seek a southern clime. 
Foreboding signs of winter time. 
'Tis then to southern ports I go, 
Where winter's sun shines with a glo\' 
Of mellow light that warms the air 
And flowers are blooming all the year. 

And gentle breezes, sweet, benign. 
Like angels' voices 'mongst the pine. 
Play with the branches to and fro. 
Those voices soft and sweet and lov; 
With gentle zephyrs sweetly sing; 
With melody the heavens ring, 
And when the evening shades appear 
With anthems soft and sweet and cle 

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iy lull you into balmy sleep ; 
A many flowers rich and rare 
th fragrance sweet perfume the air; 
d lovely birds flit on the wing 
)m tree to tree and sweetly sing, 
ropic fruits of golden hue 
,/er ripening fresh and new. 

d tourists from many a state 
)m early autumn until late 
; going there from northern climes 
spend the winter and their dimes, 
is delightful and so nice 
leave behind the snow and ice 
d while the winter hours away, 
lere flowers are blooming every day, 



POETICAL APHORISMS. 

If truth and honor guide yott 
No friend will ever chide you 
And no evil betide you, 
When virtue is your creed. 

If you are in a hurry 
Then don't begin to worry 
And get up a great flurry, 
If you want to succeed. 

If you should sing a ditty 
A something that is witty, 
Please never say you pity 
All those who cannot sing. 



:urning with the balmy spring, 
len northern birds begin to sing 
d northern suns, with golden sheen, 
thes hill and dale with lovely green. 



BE HOXEST, JUST AND 
CHARITABLE. 

'et not thy neighbor's wealth, 
iming 'twas procured by stealth, 
Id to others all their due, 
ough they have more v/ealth than 

you, 
)k with kindness on the poor 
lo have little wealth in store, 
Ip the helpless on their way, 
Ip them to withstand the day. 

vays train within the school 
It will teach the golden rule ; 
ler for lucre or for pelf 
fig dishonor on yourself; 
er oh ne'er betray a friend, 
s on whom you can depend. 

all actions on your part 
)ve you have an honest heart. 

your life forever be 
ed with love and charity, 
;n you will by angels be 
ssed through all eternity; 
d the Father will bestow 
ny blessings here below, 
ss you with His boundless love, 
•wn you in His courts above. 



Because they might compel you 
To listen while they tell you 
They really can excell you 
In many another thing. 

And if you should be wearing 
Rich silk and satins daring. 
Do not go to comparing 
With people who are poor. 

For they will think it shocking 
And be your friendship blocking, 
And soon would cease their knocking, 
So friendly, at your door. 

And if you make a blunder 
Please never stop to wonder. 
But tear yourself asunder 
From such a careless mood. 

Please never go to sighing 
Because the case is trying. 
At once commence your vying 
For everything that's good. 

If you should be quite dashing 
And many hearts are smashing 
Please don't keep up your mashing 
So many hearts to win. 

And please beware of flirting 
And false pretense exerting, 
For you will be converting 
Your own poor soul to sin. 

But if you are good looking 
And have to do the cooking 
Then you will soon be booking 
For some young lover's heart. 



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If when hungry and tired 
He gets what he desired 
The cook will be admired 
If well done is her part. 

If you should go for schooling 
Please stop nonsense and fooling, 
And sure obey the ruling 
Of all the teachers there. 

If good health you desire 

Be early to retire, 

And loose clothing acquire, 

'Twill make you fresh and fair. 



ALONE WITH MY THOUGHTS. 

Father thy loving kindness unto me 
Awaketh in me reverence and love : 
But for thy wondrous love I would not 
be 
An heir to everlasting courts above, 
Thy mighty power unbounded and sub- 
lime 
Hath called me to exist and dwell with 
thee 
That I may, through eternity and time, 
Enjoy thy boundless gifts so rich and 
free. 

Within this lovely world how sweet to 
live 
And reverently worship at thy feet. 
And to thy children everywhere to give 
A pleasant word and smile to those 
we meet. 
Thy glorious sun thou madest to kiss 
the earth 
And clothe with royal robes each hill 
and dale, 
Its golden rays thus bringing into birth 
The lovely trees and flowers of the 
vale. 

Thy lakes and rivers beautiful to see, 
Thy hills and mountains co-equal with 
time, 
Thy rocks and rills, so beautiful to me, 
Thy oceans fill my heart with awe 
sublime. 
Thy moon, thou madest to gild the earth 
by night, 
And starry gems to aid her grand dis- 
play. 



To crown the earth with soft and mello 
light, 
To guide our footsteps safely on tl 
way. 

Father all these through love thou made 
for me 
That I might live and love throuj 
endless time. i 

Oh may I live through all eternity 
And worship thee with joy and lo'^ 
sublime. 



JOURNEY HOME FROM THE 
SOUTH. 

From Hopkinsville, Kentucky, on a sleef 

er homeward bound j 

A pleasant way to travel, I no better wij 

have found, i 

It wafted me into Mattoon at six A. i\ 

about, 
And it was 7:35 when I from there 

out. 

I had a sleep while in the car, promotiij 

much content. 
Then, after eating breakfast, for Decat 

I was bent. 
When at Decatur I arrived, a little aft' 

nine, 
'Twas there I had three hours' rest ar' 

plenty time to dine. 

Then I from there at 12:15 my journ 

did renew. 
Arriving at dear Bloomington, five mi 

utes before two. 
Now when I started from Mattoon t 

weather was serene, 
From there to dear old Bloomington 

viewed a lovely scene. 



One solid block of prairie farms wi 

lovely roads between. 
The birds were sweetly singing and t 

meadows getting green. 

"Indeed this is God's country,' T w| 

tempted to exclaim, 
I plainly realize it since from Florida 

came. 

For there on sand and sunshine and 
citrous fruit they feast. 

While here we can raise everything i 
need for man and beast. 



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ound my tenants right side up, within 

my dear old home ; 
seemed that one and all rejoiced to 

know that I had come. 

^und everything about the city taking 

on new life, 
le ladies out in gaudy dress, of which 

the town is rife, 
lie temperature was in the eighties for 

the last two days, 
)U know the month of March is wont 

to have some freakish ways. 

e now have August weather on the 

21st of March, 
hich starts the perspiration good and 
> takes out all the starch ; 
it I am looking for a change before 

the month will close, 
hink we'll see it cold enough almost to 

freeze your toes. 



EARLY AVINTER. 

pw the days are growing shorter 
And the weather's growing cold, 
id the snow comes for a starter 
As it ever did of old. 

it here within my sitting room 
The fire is growing bright, 
hile all without is on the boom 
And hustle day and night. 

sit me by my nice grate fire 
And read and write, and play 
le violin and sweet guitar, 
And wonder if the day 

,'ill come to me, while yet there's room. 
Strew flowers in my way, 
'ith fragrance rich and sweet perfume 
In my declining day. 

his life is but a fleeting span, 
A year, a month, a day, 
hough we may do the best we can 
To bridge the thorny way 

Id time will soon life's story tell 
When it has just begun, 
,nd calmly sound our funeral knell. 
Proclaim life's setting sun 



We ever should the bright side view, 
While traveling on our way; 

Instead of thorns should flowers strew 
For others every day. 

And meet all others with a smile 

And to all men be true, 
And do to others all the while. 

As we would have them do. 

Be kind to everyone we meet, 

No matter what they do 
And all the world as brothers greet 

And to ourselves be true. 



TO OUR NATAL DAY. 

Thou glorious Independence day, 
Our beacon light to point the way ; 
Thou sacred guard of freedom's home 
For countless ages yet to come ; 
Thou glorious day of freedom's dawn, 
Thou art the grand foundation stone. 
The temple grand of liberty ; 
Its lofty pillars rest on thee 

For freedom's gate thou opened wide, 
For which thou art this nation's pride. 
A sacred day thou'lt ever be. 
This glorious nation's jubilee. 
Yes, glorious day thou gavest birth 
The greatest nation on the earth ; 
A glorious haven did prepare 
For the oppressed from everywhere. 

Thy annual round will ever be 
The guardian of our liberty. 
Let all with tongues to lisp thy praise 
On thy glad morn thy banner raise. 
The stars and stripes proudly unfurl. 
And teach thy precepts to the world. 
Let every nation, land and tongue 
Oft sing thy praise all men among; 

And burn for thee much incense sweet 
And bow with homage at thy feet. 
Cold is the heart and dull the mind 
That cannot in thee pleasure find. 
For justice is thy guiding star, 
For men and nations everywhere. 
May all the world call thee divine _ 
And bow with reverence at thy shrine. 



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SHAPE YOUR OWN DESTINY. 

Oh never grieve about the past 
Nor let misfortunes hold you fast, 
But rise with all your strength and might 
And set all things to working right. 

Trust not to luck or fate or chance 
To bring a happy circumstance. 
But look with keen, sagacious eye 
On all events that's passing by. 

And so manipulate their acts 
As to produce desired facts. 
Use honor as the master key 
To wealth, peace and prosperity. 

You can a child of fortime be, 
Shape your own life and destiny. 
The man who tells himself to wait 
For luck or chance or fickle fate 

To bring him fortune, wealth or fame, 
And many friends, an honored name, 
Is apt to miss Dame Fortune's car, 
Be always on the tug of war ; 

And never by his power and sway 
Brings opportunity his way. 
The man who will successful be 
Makes his own opportunity. 

And works with power, might and main. 
Until success he will obtain ; 
Then he looks back upon the same. 
With mind and heart calm and serene. 



Where spiritualists in winter meet 
From northern states, and many rare 
And gifted mediums gather there. 

And many tests of spirit power 
Are manifest at stated hour. 
And spirit friends rejoice to meet 
And join us in communion sweet. 
Thou blessed camp in Florida 
Art permanent and there to stay. 
For whene'er thy loved patrons meet 
They get a spiritualistic treat. 

Of sweet conmmunion and good cheer 
From loved ones who dwell over there 
In that bright summer land so fair 
That seemeth distant, yet so near. 
Oh Casadaga, lovely spot. 
Thou art with many blessings fraught 
And many worship at thy shrine. 
Receiving messages divine. 

Oh keep thy glorious banner bright, 
Unfolding God's celestial light. 
Where all benighted souls can see 
The vistas of eternity. 

Oh may thou be the guiding star 
Of many pilgrims, near and far, 
To guide them in the paths of right. 
To harmony and truth and light. 

Their darkened mental visions clear. 
Their paths to higher life prepare, 
Make it so bright, in after years. 
That they'll attain to higher spheres. 



CAMP CASADAGA, LAKE HELEN, 
FLORIDA. 

Oh Casadaga, thou art fine 
Amongst the palmetto and pine, 
Upon the banks so fresh and green 
Of Spirit lake where thou art seen. 
Thy cottages of pearly white 
Illume the darkness of the night, 
Present a scene both grand and nice, 
A spiritualistic paradise. 

Thou dost in regal grandeur stand. 
Where from thy courts thou dost com- 
mand 
A lovely lake, with banks so green. 
That charms the vision when 'tis seen. 
Thou art a lovely warm retreat 



TO COL. JAMES FREEMAN. 

My dear old friend, with friendship true 
I sit me down to write to you. 
Hoping to get a kind response 
And that you will respond at once. 

When far away from friends I roam 
A letter from a friend at home 
Is balm unto my lonely heart, 
When friends and I are far apart. 

No winter here in Florida, 
It is a lovely place to stay. 
There's many winter tourists here 
And flowers blooming all the year. 

But when the songbirds fly that way 



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lis 



nd warble music every day, 

,nd spring-time comes, while flowers 

fair 
/ith fragrance sweet perfume the air, 

Iris then I'll homeward wend my way 
*o Bloomington a while to stay, 
Lnd join the pleasures and good cheer, 
ve many friends abiding there. 

11 drink the sweet of social life 

V^ith dear old friends, where pleasure's 

rife, 

Vhere all are kind to me you know 
ind on me honors oft bestow. 

'hen when the days are long and warm 
nd May and June have lost their charm 
i.nd July is becoming stale, 
'11 hie me ofif to Lilly Dale. 

:*o Northern Casadaga fair, 
Vhere flowers sweet perfume the air 
ind spirits come with snowy wings, 
Sweet messages of love to bring 

^nd demonstrate and make it plain 
That after death we live again, 
^nd in that spirit land so fair 
A^e'll join our loved ones over there. 



rO ELENOR, A FAVORITE NIECE. 

lenor, the blue-eyed girl is lady of the 

town 
yes so bright they shine at night, she 
wears a pretty gown 
Pretty locks of golden hair bedeck her 
pretty crown ; 
She is a dandy little lady. 

Chorus. 

Hurrah ! Hurrah ! for locks of golden 

hue, 
Hurrah ! Hurrah ! for eyes so bright and 

blue. 
She's the lady of the town, she's pretty, 

kind and true 
Such is Miss Elenor the lady. 

She has a nice driving horse, she calls 

him Dandy Jim, 
Horse and harness, buggy too, all look 

so nice and trim ; 



Has a nice and speedy clip and always 
full of vim, 
Proud of Miss Elenor, the lady. 

When she goes out riding in her pretty 

Sunday gown 
She's the great attraction of the day 

within the town, 
And her driver must be nice or she will 
turn him down ; 
She is Miss Elenor, the lady. 

If I had a little girl to come and dwell 

with me, 
Nice as Lady Elenor to sit upon my 

knee, 
Wouldn't I be happy every time she 

came to me ; 
She'd be my darling little lady. 



THIS LIFE IS WORTH LIVING. 

This life is worth living when we count 
its pleasures o'er; 

We find that nature always keeps a sur- 
plus in her store, 

Prepared for us by master hands, if 
right we time employ. 

We'll soon unlock her treasure trove 
and find a world of joy. 

We see the lofty mountains decked in 

gorgeous beauty rare. 
The lovely fields of ripening grain, dame 

nature doth prepare ; 
The lovely hills and valleys decked with 

flowers o'er the lea, 
The grand majestic rivers, all were made 

for you and me. 

We hear the song birds warble in the 

verdant fields so fair ; 
Their happy notes of gladness making 

music rich and rare ; 
We hear the rippling babbling brook, so 

sweet while on its way, 
They tell us to be merry and be happy 

every day. 

We feel the mild and balmy air fanned 

by the gentle breeze, 
The lovely zephyrs of the spring 'mong 

flowers, lawns and trees; 
But sweeter far the loving kiss of dear 

ones in the home, 



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Why should we not be happy there and 
never wish to roam. 

We taste the fruits so rich and rare, of 

which we have our choice, 
The cereals of many fields which makes 

our hearts rejoice; 
The luxuries of many climes are coming 

our way. 
Why should we not be cheerful and be 

happy every day. 

We smell the charming fragrance of the 
lovely flowers fair 

As they perfume the breezes with odors, 
rich and rare ; 

Then tell me not my brother that you do 
not wish to stay, 

That you cannot be happy and be cheer- 
ful every day. 

And when our dear friends greet us with 

a loving word and smile, 
We feel we want to always live and stay 

here all the while; 
Then let us meet our trials and our 

troubles with a smile, 
With full determination to be happy all 

the while. 



FAREWELL BUT NOT FOREVER. 

Lines to Mr. M. V. Dulin.zvho nursed the 
author through a spell of sickness at 
Camp Casadaga, Florida. 

Farewell but not forever, 
Out upon life's boisterous sea 

I will sail but not forever, 
I will meet again with thee. 

Here's a smile for those who love me 
And a tear from sorrow free, 

It is shed because I love thee 
And thou hast cared for me. 

For thy heart was moved with sorrow 

When affliction came to me, 
Thy reward will come tomorrow, 

For the Lord will care for thee. 

Though with other skies above me 

I may joy and pleasure see, 
I will never cease to love thee 

And will sweetly think of thee. 



If I ne'er again shall meet thee 
On this boisterous earthly plane, 

I with joy and love will greet thee 
Where together we'll remain. 

And will join in songs of gladness 
With loved ones who passed before, 

And we'll know no grief or sadness 
But have bliss forevermore. 



TO MISS SHAW. 



A response to a little girl friend of thei 
author in her first attempt at zvriting] 
rhymes. 

Dear little Miss, I wish to say 
Your letter came to hand today, 
For one so young in writing rhyme 
I think the effort really prime. 

Now please permif me here to say 
Repeat the effort, day by day. 
And you will realize indeed 
That by and by you will succeed. 

And when at school, please let me say, 
Do never while your time away 
In idle gossip or at play, 
But get your lessons every day. 

And it will surely come to pass 
That you will stand first in your class ; 
And with a kind and loving smile 
Be kind to schoolmates all the while. 

Greet every one you chance to meet 
With pleasant words and smile so sweet; 
Be good in everything you do 
Then everybody will love you. 



LILLY DALE, N. Y. 

It was July the 5th on a bright and balmy 

day 
I hied me off to Lilly Dale to while the 

time away, 
For time was passing wearily since I 

was left alone, 
I had no friend to comfort me that I 

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\.nd Lilly Dale's a lovely place, 'twould 
charm your eyes to see, 

Adhere many charming people in the 
summer love to be. 

ris in Chautauqua county, in the grand 
old state New York, 

Adhere spiritualists assemble for spiritu- 
alistic work. 

Tis near by Lake Chautauqua where 
the land is high and dry, 

She sits in regal splendor and is charm- 
ing to the eye ; 

Her mansions are all pearly white midst 
lovely shaded bowers. 

That's kissed by gentle breezes and the 
sweet perfume of flowers. 

Where all is peace and harmony and 
everything so nice, 

A. lovely spot, in truth, a spiritualistic 
paradise ; 

Where mediums phenomenal their psy- 
chic powers display, 

And spirit friends commune with us so 
sweetly night or day. 

Those lovely trees and shady bowers, 

with foliage so green. 
And mansions white with pebbled streets, 

suggest a heavenly scene, 
Where spirit choirs enchant the ear with 

music soft and low. 
And happy song birds warble 'mongst 

the flowers in full bloom. 

And spirits march to music of the angels 
full of love, 

While angels float upon the breeze from 
heavenly courts above. 

Oh Lilly Dale thou art to me an inspira- 
tion new 

Of everything that's pure and good, and 
spiritual and true. 



TO THE HONORABLE S. H. WEST. 

Brave is the man who marches forth 

his country to defend 
And with her foes in fierce array in 

battle will contend. 
But greater, grander is the man who 

pleads with main and might 
For righteous laws to bless all men with 

just and equal right; 



Who acts with noble impulse and dis- 
criminative mind, 

Who with fine sense of justice the right 
side is sure to find. 

Such men are nature's noble men, with 
truth and justice rife. 

They are in truth with nature, love and 
honor rules their life. 

In old McLean there yet remain some 

such as I describe 
Who yet upon her hills and vales her 

free air to imbibe ; 
And nature with her handiwork so full 

of harmony. 
Hath charms that are the ruling force 

to shape their destiny. 

A noble piece of nature's work and full 

of truth and love. 
In harmony with all the world and spirits 

from above. 
Is yet in glorious old McLean, he is one 

of the best. 
With honor I inscribe his name, 'tis Hon. 

S. H. West. 



VANITY OF VOTARIES OF 
FASHION. 

"I vow" says Mrs. Love-to-dress 

While counting fashions o'er, 
"If I was Mrs. Annie Cress 

Whose husband keeps a store 
I'd dress up in the latest style 

And cut a swell, you know, 
With hubby at the circus 

And we'd stay to see the show" 

"My land," says Mrs. Annie Cress, 

While watching Mrs. Blank, 
"She's amply able well to dress 

Her husband runs a bank. 
She has her servants do her work. 

All luxuries at hand, 
If I were fixed like Mrs. Blank 

I'd dress to beat the band." 

"Alas," said pretty Mrs. Blank 
"How very nice, I'm sure. 

To be the wife of Mr. King, 
Beside them we are poor. 

If we were rich as are the Kings 
The world I'd travel o'er, 



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I'd lead the fashions don't you know 
And pleasures have galore." 

And thus I fear 'twill ever be 

Until old time shall end, 
The more a woman has you see 

The more she wants to spend ; 

That same small imp called vanity 
So well has learned his trade 

He preys upon the vanity 
Of matron and of maid. 



GOD DOETH ALL THINGS WELL. 

When I was yet a little boy 

And yet was very small 
It would have been to me a joy 

To have been big and tall. 

Chorus. 

No matter what we've got 

Or what the fates have brought, 
Our nature is to always want 

Something we haven't got. 

When I had very little cash 
And little wealth had found 

I wanted to possess the earth 
And have it fenced around. 

What wealth and knowledge I possess 

My efforts did provide, 
I now would not be what I am 

Had I been satisfied. 

'Tis well that God has given us 

Desire to possess, 
If we were always satisfied 

We never would progress. 

Then onward press, at once proceed, 

And do the best you can. 
And if at first you don't succeed. 

Get out and try again. 



WE ARE THE ARCHITECTS OF 
OUR OWN DESTINY, 

"Dear Angel lead me through the 
spheres." 
I cried in suppliant tone, 



"Where I can dwell for endless years 
Around the great white throne." 

The angel answered with a smile , 
"Dear child thou canst not go 

Until thy heart is free from guile 
Thy soul as white as snow. 

"Hast thou thy weaker brother cheered 

To cause him to aspire 
To nobler deeds and purer words, ' 

That he may still climb higher. 

"And when poor strangers, beggars 
stand 

And kindly ask for bread 
Dost thou extend a helping hand 

And see that they are fed. 

"And hast thou lived an honest life, 

A student of the school 
That teaches all in peace or strife 

To live the golden rule. 

"And dost thou love on all bestow, 

Kindness to all extend, 
By greeting all thou chance to know 

As brother, sister, friend. 

"And dost thou justly deal with men. 

Defraud none of a cent, 
Pay every honest farthing when 

The bill to thee is sent. 

"When thus thou faithfully hast done 

And thou'rt prepared to go, 
I'll lead thee to the great white throne 

Where all is white as snow." 

We build the ladder day by day 

To climb to heaven above 
With words and deeds while on the way 

The promptings of true love. 



IN FLORIDA. 



The wintry breeze is soft and low 
The mossy pines bend to and fro, 
The sunlight has a mellow glow 
And days pass quiet, still and slow- 
In Florida. 

The stately palm and palmetto 
And needle pines their beauty show, 
The queen of flowers, lovely rose, 



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With royal flowers flames and glows — 
In Florida. 

The lakes are calm, with here and there 
Some lily pads and blossoms fair, 
And wild birds now and then fly o'er 
Or swim about from shore to shore — 
In Florida. 

The misty light of evening shows 
The long moss swaying on the trees, 
Perfume of flowers where e'er you 

please, 
Jasmine and roses scent the breeze — 
In Florida. 

The moon lights up a lovely scene 
Where everything is fresh and green, 
And in the distance oft is heard 
The sweet song of the mocking bird — 
In Florida. 

What can I say that would praise more 
The beauty of her hill and shore, 
Man's words are poor and weak and few, 
When nature's scenes are spread to 
view — 
In Florida. 

Where winter days and nights pass by 
As peaceful as a lullaby, 
And storms of winter never come, 
Would you not like it for a home? 
In Florida. 



THOSE EYES OF BLUE. 

Written for a cousin Richard Durrett, 
aged ten years, who loved his little 
blonde schoolmate. 

I know a pretty little girl, 

Her eyes a lovely blue. 
She is a student at my school, 

I think that she will do 

Chorus. 

And if those eyes of blue 

To me are always true, 
I'll give her love and candy too. 

Now really wouldn't you? 

1 

That little girl is in my class 
I think her sweet and fair. 



For beauty others she'll surpass 
With lovely golden hair. 

When I'm a man in size and ways 
Sure it will be my pride 

To take her out of sunny days 
And have a buggy ride. 

If then I think that she will do 
To travel with for life, 

I surely will to her be true 
And take her for my wife. 



TO SUNDAY, THE DAY OF REST. 

Welcome thou glorious day of rest 

We hail thy kind return. 
Thou art the day we love the best 

Of thee we love to learn. 

Thou bringeth joy to every heart 

Wherever we may be. 
Thou bringeth rest to every part 

And we rejoice in thee. 

Thy sacred inspiration sweet, 

On each returning morn. 
Brings news that's sweet when e'er wc 
meet, 

There was a Saviour born. 

O glorious day both far and near 
With thee we spread the light. 

And teach the children everywhere 
To battle for the right. 

Thy influence will ever be 

As boundless as the earth, 
Proclaiming over land and sea 

News of the Saviour's birth. 

O may thy sacred precepts reign 
With every land and tongue, 

Thy sacred influence remain 
In power all men among. 



REVERENCE FOR THE LAW. 

Let reverence for the laws be breathed 

By every loving mother 
To lisping babe upon her knee, 

Its sister and its brother. 

Let it be taught in every school. 

Also in every college, 
That every one may come to know 

The better part of knowledge. 



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Let it be written in all books, 

In almanacs and primers, 
It will be good for thieves and crooks, 

And for all other sinners. 

Let it from all pulpits be preached 
That all may hear and heed it, 

And be held sacred by all courts 
For God has long decreed it. 

It is the pillar of our peace, 

The bulwark of the nation. 
Its glorious benefits increase 

And aid civilization. 



SPIRIT RETURN. 

Man, while yet in this house of clay, 
Encumbered by material things, 

Can dimly see the dawn of day 
That spirits round his pathway brings. 

If each and all could rend the veil 
And clearly see the spirit spheres. 

Take from their eyes the blinding scale 
'Twould bring much joy through end- 
less years. 

And all would know that day by day 
Our loved ones come and walk with us. 

Know everything we do or say. 
And seek a chance to talk with us. 

Then we would open wide the door 
And often walk and talk with them. 

We'd call them from the spirit shore. 
With loving hearts rejoice with them. 

The time is coming, almost here. 
That all in this enlightened age 

Will gladly seek to see and hear. 
Their spirit friends from youth to sage. 

Then doubt it not, my skeptic friend, 
Nor say that spirits do not come. 

Go seek the truth, then you'll defend 
And seek to meet them in your home. 



INS AND OUTS OF LIFE, 

The ins and outs I here indite 

Are precepts that will guide you right, 



And if you heed them day by day 
Will bring much pleasure on your waj 

Keep in your pocket ready cash 
And out of debt a habit rash. 
Keep in the straight and narrow path 
And out of acts that kindle wrath. 

Keep in good cheer with smiling face 
And out of quarrels which bring disgrace 
Keep in dry clothing day and night 
And out of doors when weather's bright 

Keep honor bright in all your sports 
And out of all evil resorts, 
Keep in one business, line or trade 
And out of snares by others made. 

Keep always in good company 
And never go out on a spree. 
If these precepts you'll ever heed 
Your life will be happy indeed. 

And you will have no cause to weep 
But you can calmly, sweetly sleep. 
And when in this life's busy whirl 
You will be loved by all the world. 



BE GOOD. 



Do all the good you can while here 

To smooth the thorny way. 
Be cheerful and be happy 

And cheer others day by day. 
Drive out all mean and vicious thoughts i 

When they pervade your mind, 
Be honest, true, and faithful. 

And to all the world be kind. 



Give vent to no untimely words 

Or expressions of wrath, 
Let all your acts and words be in 

The straight and narrow path, 
Reproach riot those weak ones who fall 

From paths of virtue stray, 
Lead them through loving kindness 

To the straight and narrow way. 

Your acts and words tho good or bad 

Like stones thrown in the sea, 
Their influence will onward roll 

Through ages yet to be, 
If good, they will lift many souls 

To happiness and joy. 
If bad they will cause misery 

And many souls destroy. 



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TO GEORGE E. HOLLENBECK, 
DECEASED. 

Mr. Holleiibeck was the financial agent 
of the author in Missouri, a friend and 
an exemplary man. 

Dear brother, since thou art gone, sadly 
we miss thee, 
O'er shadowed with sorrow we mourn 
thee in vain, 
rhy loved ones at home who so fondly 
caressed thee 
Are lonely and long for to meet thee 
again. 

The reaper has claimed thee at richest 
full blooming, 
Whilst thou in full armor wast guard- 
ing the field, 
With courage supreme thy own life work 
assuming 
When death with his sickle hath forced 
thee to yield. 

Oh sad is our fate, death can never re- 
place thee. 
With loved ones at home on this earth 
ly domain. 
And never on earth can thy loved ones 
embrace thee, 
In realms of bliss they will meet thee 
again. 

For thou hast ascended to mansions of 
glory 
With bright saints immortal forever to 
dwell, 
And bright angels singing thy beautiful 
story 
Descend to the earth the glad story to 
tell. 

Oh oft wilt thou come from those man- 
sions of pleasure 
And join with thy loved ones, as thou 
hast before, 
To comfort and bless them as earth's 
dearest treasure. 
And lead them to mansions of rest 
evermore. 

Thy face among men will be missed, and 
with sorrow, 
At home round the board will be 
vacant thy chair, 



But soon we will meet in the bright 
blooming morrow 
And greet thee with joy in those man- 
sions so fair. 



SMILE. 

Smile, smile, be sad no more, 

Forget thy seeming trials, 
And think of blessings many a score 

And wreath thy face with smiles. 

Then wear a smile upon thy face 
Of love that's free from guile, 

Let charity and love and grace 
Forever make thee smile. 

For on thy face we see a scroll 
Made by thy thoughts and trials. 

Thy face an index of thy soul 

Should e'er be wreathed in smiles. 

Thy evil thoughts thou canst not hide 
While all thy thoughts are vile, 

Then let eood thoughts with thee abide 
And always wear a smile. 

Thy smile will countless blessings bring, 
It cheers thy friends the while, 

Thou'lt be in love with everything 
If thou willst wear a smile. 

Then wear a smile upon thy face 
Of love that's free from guile. 

Let charity and love and grace 
Make thee forever smile. 



A GREETING. 



To a lady friend in Pennsylvania who 
sent me a fine copy of select poems as 
an affectionate tribute for Christmas. 

My dear friend, I greet you and send 
you good cheer 

And wish you a prosperous, happy, New 
Year. 

Your beautiful booklet arrived in due 
time, 

The sentiments in it are grand and sub- 
lime. 

No lovelier tribute affection could give, 
A handsomer present no one could re- 
ceive. 



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The beautiful donor may feel on her part, 
'Twill ever be treasured deep down in my 
heart. 

The beautiful flowers can wither and die, 

Their ashes when scattered to windward 
will fly, 

The beautiful thoughts that its pages ex- 
press 

Will live through eternity, ever to bless. 

The beautiful precepts and love in each 

line 
Are charming my heart as around it 

they twine. 
Its lovely influence forever will be 
A boon to the reader, a blessing to thee. 

And when in your home those few lines 

you may greet 
Remember me kindly to friends whom 

you meet, 
My friendship is sacredly loyal and true, 
My heart ever has a warm corner for 

you. 



TO COUSIN M. V. DULIN AND SIS- 
TERS OF HOPKINSVELLE, KY. 

Farewell, but when e'er thou art happy 

and gay 
With music and song at the close of the 

day, 
Then think of the friend who with music 

so free 
Hath smothered his griefs to be happy 

with thee. 

His griefs, although smothered, still with 
him remain. 

Yet much thou hast brightened his path- 
way of pain ; 

He ne'er will forget the blest hours that 
he 

Was charmed by thy kindness, while 
lingering with thee. 

And when in the future the evening doth 

still 
Bring music and pleasure, thy mansion 

to fill. 
Where'er I may roam, though in sorrow 

or blest, 
My soul will, dear friends, on that night 

be thy guest. 



And join in thy music, thy pleasures, tl 

And hold sweet communion time cann(j 1( 

destroy; 
Bring fond recollections of those hapi|t 

hours 
I spent in thy mansion, thy parlor, tli 

bowers. 



J 



s 



Though fate may conspire against reli 

Sweet thoughts of past pleasures slf" 

cannot destroy; 
They'll tell of sweet pleasures that w 

used to share 
And still have the features that joy use 

to wear. '^ 

•4 

Tl 
Long, long will those pleasures in meni., 

ory bright 
Bring joy to my heart, in the day or tl.,; 

night, IJ 

Bring sweet recollections with pleasu:f| 

to me, 
Of thy loving kindness so bounteous ar: 

free. 



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TO W. W. JOHNSON AND WIFE 0\ 
HOPKINSATILLE, KY. 

Dear cousins I will ne'er forget 
Thy loving kindness since we met 
And peaceful hours of content 
That in your mansion I have spent. 

When future home pleasures are nigh 
The stars are in the azure sky 
And music fills thy spacious halls 
And other friends within thy walls. 



Then think of one whose lonely years 
Are filled with sorrow, grief and tear 
But who while in your mansion fair 
Forgot his griefs while lingering there. 

Was happy though the hours were few, 
Because of friends so kind and true. 
At evening when elsewhere I roam 
My soul will visit at thy home. 



And join thy pleasures and good cheer, ^ 
Return to me though far or near, 
Rejoicing if some one while there 
Has whispered, "I wish he were here." 



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ong, long those memories will remain, 
tow thou hast soothed my grief and 

pain. 
e strengthened when I think of you 
,ike flowers freshened by the dew. 



LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT. 

'he soul that hath not found its mate 
s ever wistful of its fate, 
ind longing for its ideal 
'o crystalize into the real. 

ind when the ideal appears, 
dthough they waited many years, 
'he eye and heart will soon discern 
^he flame that then begins to burn. 

■"or Cupid fairly plays his part, 
?y shooting both right through the heart, 
^nd kindles thus the flame of love, 
"'hat had its birth in spheres above. 

^nd while that flame is growing bright 
t warms their hearts, and they unite 
Vnd when together or apart 
prue love will linger in each heart. 

^nd if they cannot meet at will 
True love will ever linger still 
Vnd they will hold, where e'er they be. 
[Communion through telepathy. 

^o matter what stern fate may do 
ie cannot kill a love that's true. 
Their lives will be one long, sweet day, 
f they love's dictates will obey. 

\nd, if on earth they cannot be 
Jnited for eternity. 
They will vmite within the spheres 
.,\nd live and love for endless years. 



DRY THOSE TEARS. 

Dry those tears, cheer up, I pray, 
?or he who rules by night and day 
vVill ever watch and guide the way 
And bring thee peace and pleasure. 

\.nd time and patience will suffice 
To bring conditions truly nice, 
ii\nd thou need make no sacrifice 
' 'Twill greet thee with full measure. 



Doth not each angry, clouded sky, 
Roll back its curtains by and by 
To let the sunbeams earthward fly? 
Then everything rejoices. 

When thou art weary, worn with strife, 
And art with daily troubles rife. 
Sweet thoughts of friends will bring new 
life, 
Through faith thou'lt hear their voices. 

Then sister, brother, neighbor, friend, 
Look on the bright side to the end 
And trust in God, who will defend 
And bring sweet consolation. 

Those who by faith His promise hold 
And are by honest hearts controlled. 
He will install within his fold 
And smile with approbation. 

A LETTER 

A response to a beautiful letter from a 
lady friend after having received a 
copy of the book of poems and song 
by the author. 

Your kind epistle came on time 

And really gave me joy sublime 

To know that friends of former days 

Appreciate my feeble lays ; 

I feel that, if you read with care. 

And get the thoughts that in it are. 

That you will like it more and more 

As you peruse its pages o'er. 

For truthfully the book portrays 
The pioneers of early days. 
As I have seen them live and strive 
Since autumn eighteen thirty-five, 
I know their customs and their ways 
For I was here in early days. 
The many questions of today 
Are treated in a candid way. 

For when I write I do incline _ 
To score and hew close to the line ; 
If some do not my ideas share 
"Tis well ; I have my conscience clear, 
And when I lay me down to rest 
I feel that I have done my best. 
That if the message I have sent 
Is worthy and with blessings blent. 

And soon their future lives will bless 
And add unto their happiness 
And my poor efforts blessings give. 
"Twere better then that I should live 
The song does honestly express 



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The sentiments that I possess, 
There's nothing dearer in this life 
Than my dear children and my wife. 

Where'er I went or chanced to roam 
The dearest friends were those at home, 
Who now are on the other shore 
And still I love them more and more. 
The days pass by like lonely years 
And oft I find myself in tears 
And seek to drive the tears away 
With fleeting pleasures of the day. 

Then courage take to yet be brave 
And live that I may others save, 
And guide them in the paths of truth, 
While they are in their tender youth. 
The letters from old friends today 
Are flowers strewn upon my way. 
And to my heart bring joy anew. 
Like flowers quickened by the dew. 

They soothe the pangs of grief and woe 
Like sunshine melts the frost and snow. 
Could I call back years that have flown 
And have those loved ones of my own, 
Dear wife and children round my knee 
To love, caress and comfort me, 
My ecstacy would be supreme, 
I sometimes have them in a dream. 

The^ come with messages of love 
And tell of lovely courts above. 

will it not be joy sublime 
When I pass to that spirit clime 

To have my loved ones round me there, 
Within that land so bright and fair, 
To greet me with a fond caress 
And loving words my heart to bless. 

Where we will ever more abide, 

Be happy and be satisfied. 

When these few lines you chance to read, 

1 trust you will give proper heed 
And, if they add unto your joys, 
Remember me in Illinois ; 

In correspondence do your part 
To cheer my sad and lonely heart. 



RESPONSE TO MISS K. KISER, OF 
CANTON, ILL. 

Bloomington, 111., Sept. 12, 1907. 

Dear friend, your letter came today 
And, in reply, I wish to say 



Your kindness I appreciate, 
To you a story I'll relate. 

I wish to say, while at the camp, 
I to Niagara took a tramp 
And saw the great Niagara Falls, 
Where in the gorge 'twixt rocky walls 

A river falls three hundred feet, 
And mists arise, your eyes to greet, 
Through which the sun with golde 

sheen 
Brings forth a lovely rainbow scene. 

how my heart did bound and leap 
To see those mighty waters sweep. 
And whirl and rage and foam and roa:^ 
Within the abyss where they pour. 

And then between those rocky walls 
The river runs below the falls, 
And o'er the rapids swiftly rides. 
Plunges and leaps with rapid strides. 

September first I came this way. 
At Bloomington awhile to stay 
And found my tenants well the while, 
And all did greet me with a smile. 

You say that in the recent past 

You have not been progressing fast, 

1 wish to say my sister dear 

Be not discouraged, never fear. 

For perseverance is the key 
That will unlock the prize for thee. 
And if you keep yourself in tune 
Efficient work will come quite soon. 

And I will say the more I write 
The easier I can indite. 
And I will ever be your friend 
In writing rhymes until the end. 

And hope you will develop soon, 
You'll then enjoy the precious boon, 
The more you write the more you'll grov 
'Twill come quite easy then you know. 

For when you concentrate your mind 
With all your power, you will find 
The spirit help will come with ease 
And write a message that will please. 

Then Katy you must ever feel 
That you must persevere with zeal. 
And exercise both mind and soul 
If you would reach the precious goal. 



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A LETTER 

! response to a congratulatory letter and 
invitation to visit my old friend D. R. 
Potter, of Harper, Kansas. 

Bloomington, 111., Nov. 14, 1909. 

rejoice much to know that you still are 

my friend, sir. 
That past days are bright in your mem- 
' orv still. 
ike mine they'll remain bright and dear 

to the end, sir. 
They oft bring me joy and my bosom 

they swell. 

oft think of thee when we were in full 
manhood. 

We stood for the right, for the roads 
and the fair. 

^''e used every effort to do every man 
good, 

The fruits of our labor does still re- 
main there. 

lut since those bright days many changes 

have come, sir. 
That brought with them sorrow, and 

tears fell like rain. 
t seemed like our pleasures were ended 

at home, sir, 
But time has brought to us home pleas- 
ures again. 

|ly dear little wife is a darling, a treas- 
ure, 
Like yours she is kind as a wife well 
can be, 
L comfort in health and a joy beyond 
measure, 
In sickness a shield and a blessing to 
me. 

ler mental attainments are all I could 
ask for 
And also she plays the piano quite fine, 
(he plays the guitar as an evening task, 
sir. 
And plays a fine second to music of 
mine. 

Che story you read of the book was a 
fact, sir. 
She wrote for a copy to keep as her 
own. 



Her letter viras fine, just the kind to at- 
tract, sir, 
The penmanship splendid and I liked 
its tone. 

I sent her my book without money or 

price, sir, 
And also my song called, "The Loved 

Ones at Home," 
She sent me her thanks in a letter so 

nice, sir, 
I then felt impressed that to me she 

would come. 

I then wrote a letter and asked for her 
photo 
And soon I thereafter to Cuba did sail. 
She sent it to me and it missed me, in 
toto. 
And followed to Cuba, by way of the 
mail. 

And when it arrived through the mail to 
Havana. 
I had just departed for Florida's coast, 
And when at Lake Helen, where I had 
friends many 
It followed me there all around 
through the post. 

And when I received it, I gazed on its 
face, sir. 
Such beautiful eyes I had seldom be- 
held. 
With countenance mild and sweet, so full 
of grace, sir. 
All my lady friends, sir, I thought she 
excelled. 



We then corresponded until the next 
spring, sir, 
I then made a visit to her mother's 
farm. 
'Twas there we first met and she was 
just the thing, sir, 
She played charming music, but she 
the best charm. 



Her charms were so sweet that she soon 

made a capture 

And I fell a victim to music and song. 

Her sweet charming music my soul did 

enrapture 

And I soon decided to take her along. 



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We kept the mails warm till the next 
holiday, sir, 
And soon after that, sir, we had the 
knot tied. 
'Twas in February, the 23rd day, sir, 
We then came to Bloomington, home 
to abide. 

The kind invitation to us you extended 
I'll ever remember with heart full of 
love; 
So much of my life is already expended 
We may never meet until meeting 
above. 

My health is not good, but I still will 
endeavor 
To stay upon earth and my health to 
improve. 
The power of mind is a wonderful lever 
To brace up our health here, as on- 
ward we move. 

You sometimes come back to your old 

stamping ground, sir, 
Renewing your love for old friends 

tried and true. 
So when you come back do not fail to 

come round, sir, 
I long much to see your fair lady and 

you. 

So good-bye, dear D. R., may conscience 
compel you 
To write me again soon as this reaches 
you. 
There's nothing so sweet as a letter to 
tell you 
Of dear loving friends whom you al- 
ways found true. 

Always your friend, 

J. F. MYERS. 



TO A FRIEND IN BLOOMINGTON, 
ILL. 

Written at Lilly Dale, N. Y., 

Aug. 1, 1907. 

My dear old friend, with friendship true, 
I sit me down to write to you ; 
Your kind epistle I received, 
Which very much my heart relieved. 

A prompt response this will contain 
Hoping to hear from you again, 
When far from home my way I wend, 
A letter from a valued friend 



Is balm unto my lonely heart. 
When I and friends are far apart. 
This is a lovely place I'm sure 
To spend the warm part of the year. 

And lovely folks assemble here 
Beside the Lake so bright and clear, 
To while away the pleasant hours 
In lovely parks and shady bowers. 

And mansions white, and trees so gree 
Where many lovely flowers are seen, 
Where spirit friends rejoice to meet 
And join us in communion sweet. 

We have grand lectures every day 
To teach and cheer us on the way. 
An orchestra we daily greet 
That charms the heart with music swee( 

And all who may desire or wish 
With hook and line to catch some fish, 
Can soon procure a little boat 
And out upon the water float. 

Where they can very soon procure 
A dainty mess of fish, I'm sure. 
If you were here now, don't you see 
How very, very nice 'twould be 

To share our pleasures day by day, 
And while the pleasant hours away 
Among the lovely shady bowers 
And mansions fair, perfumed with flo\ 
ers. 

And when the evening shades appear 
To some good medium draw near. 
An hour spend your heart to cheer 
With spirit friends so near and dear. 

For mediums of every phase 
Your drooping spirits here to raise 
Are giving tests, that we confess 
Are from our spirit friends to bless, 

And guard us in our earthly strife 

And lead us to a higher life. 

O it is beautiful to know 

That in the spheres our children grow 

From infancy to mature size, 

To thinking minds 'tis no surprise. 

They're taught, though they pass out 

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'is grand to know the old in years 
row younger when they reach the 

spheres, 
nd ever after they will be 
.8 they were at maturity. 

;rhen these few lines you chance to see 
;e kind enough to write to rne, 
ind if it is your heart's desires 
'o cheer the heart of J. F. Myers. 



A VISIT TO WAUKEGAN AND 
CHICAGO. 

is I in Waukegan did roam 
^coking for a pleasant home, 
Vhere faces fair and voices sweet 
iVould joyously my presence greet. 

^ door was opened unto me 

Vnd I a lady's face did see, 

A''ith beaming eyes and pleasant smile 

^.nd seeming pure and free from guile. 

\. cordial welcome gave to me, 
»Vith gracious mien and modesty, 
iVhich brought the consolation sweet 
That always comes when old friends 
meet. 

While I was lingering there for rest 
My lonely heart was soothed and blest. 
For incidents of times now old 
Were oft repeated, often told. 

A.nd friendship once so warm and true 
Those pleasant hours did renew, 
And pleasant memories will remain 
To soothe my sorrows, ease my pain. 

Three days I gladly lingered there 
With friends so true, so kind and fair, 
"rhen did with friends a visit make 
In the great city by the lake. 

Five days I gladly there remained 
And royally was entertained, 
With loving friends I used to see 
Which gave much pleasure unto me. 

May health and strength with me remain 
jfThat I may meet those friends again, 
i Renew those ties of love and joy, 
KThat time and space can ne'er destroy. 



For life would be to me a blank 
And I would be a lonely crank, 
If I my friends could never meet 
And hold with them communion sweet. 

Those dear old friends of fifty years 
Did much to check my lonely tears. 
Their kindly acts from day to day 
Were flowers blooming on my way. 

From faces fair and voices sweet 
Consoling words my ears did greet, 
And other friends of later days 
With cheerful voices, pleasant ways. 

My pleasant visit joyful made 
While in that great city I stayed. 
Then to the Bangs sisters I hied. 
On Adams street where they abide. 

Six hundred fifty-four, they stay, 
Where you can find them every day. 
As spirit p.sychics they are grand 
For spirits with a cunning hand 

Make spirit portraits much of late. 
In all the phases demonstrate 
A wondrous power, good, benign, 
That proves by works it is divine. 

The portrait of my mother dear. 
Also my son while I was there 
Were made for me by spirit power, 
Each one in less than half an hour. 

I sat and saw those portraits made. 
By spirit hands the paint was laid. 
As they developed in the light 
'Twas to my eyes a lovely sight. 

It was to me a source of joy 
To see my mother and my boy. 
To see those portraits lovely, grand. 
Developed by a spirit hand. 

The background first was quickly made 
And next the face, with light and shade 
And last of all they made the eyes, 
'Twas all to me a great surprise. 

In truth the shading of the face 
Was done with elegance and grace. 
And I could see the colors blend. 
But could not see the spirit hand. 

If any one these facts should doubt 
They'll get their vain conceit knocked 
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If they the time and money spend 
To get the portrait of a friend. 

I then for Bloomington did steer, 
And when the cars had brought me here 
My friends a welcome did extend, 
With greetings at my journey's end. 



A MESSAGE FROM MY SPIRIT 
WIFE. 

Through the mediumship of Miss Kate 
Kiser. 

O forget me not, dear friends so true, 
And cherish the little flower so blue 
In memory of one who dwells 
In spirit land; I'll not say farewell, 

For there is no death, I'll bid you joy. 
For happiness is here without alloy, 
So cherish the little flower so blue 
With sweet remembrance, and imbue 

The little forget-me-not with love, 
For we gather them here in lands above. 
Wear them upon your breast for me, 
For blue is true, that I may see 

I'm not forgotten dear ones by you 
For they are lovely when wet with dew, 
Thus in your memory ever dear 
I'll sweetly live from year to year. 

Note — Prior to the above I had received 
from my spirit wife a message written 
between two closed slates in her own 
identical hand writing and being an 
artist in earth life she painted a forget- 
me-not flozver on the slate as an evi- 
dence of her identity to which she re- 
fers in the tivo subsequent little poems. 



LINES FROM MY SPIRIT WIFE. 

Sweet are the flowers on this September 
day. 
But sweeter the memories of days gone 
by 
When our love was sweet as the flowers 
in May, 
Bright as the sunshine, love can never 
die. 



Dear one so true wear the flower so blu, 

And forget-me-not while on earth yoj 

stay. * 

Happy days are in store dear one fo^ 

you, I 

I 

But wear the forget-me-not every da^J 

Be bright and happy, oh dear one so tru'd 

For blessings are showered on you ever 

day, 
Heaven's brightest angels are sent to yo;' 
To make your life bright as a day i* 
May. 
Scatter the seeds of kindness in all yoT 
do. i 

For all time I'll wear the flower sti 
blue, 
And rejoice, be glad, if you wear it toi 
As the days and years unfold to you. 



TO A LADY FRIEND OF BLOOM1 
INGTON, ILLINOIS. 

At Lilly Dale, in New York State, 
With pen in hand I here relate 
A brief account, in my quaint way, 
Of thoughts that I would like to say. 

Your message came the other day 
And it was short, I here will say, 
But brought to me the pleasant though' 
That you, dear friend, forget me not. 

Now Lilly Dale is in full blast 

And spirit truths come thick and fast. 

For mediums are plenty here. 

They're here and there and everywherei 

We have them here in every phase 
Some of their work deserves greai: 

praise, 
I have from spirit friends of mine 
Some messages that's very fine. 

I held the slates while they were made 
And I am sure no fraud was played. 
Loved ones materialized for me 
And I could very plainly see 

The lovely features of my wife, 
Just as they were while in earth life; 
And daughter Stella came to me 
As sweet and nice as she could be. 



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nd brother George he also came, 
s in earth life he looked the same, 
hey all brought loving words of cheer 
o soothe and comfort me while here. 

■ you these facts cannot believe 
nd think I fain would you deceive, 
lOur doubts will soon be set aside 
;nd you will in the truth confide. 

/hen you the spirits do consult 

ou will be proud of the result 

.nd thank your stars that you can state 

'hat spirits do communicate. 

'our spiritual knowledge will increase 
'our mind will be much more at peace, 
Lud you will interested be 
n spiritual philosophy. 

ly health is fairly good today 
md many pleasures come my way. 
think I would get stout and hale 
f I would stay in Lilly Dale. 

'or here are groves with lovely bowers 
^nd mansions fair, perfumed with flow- 

crs 
Vnd graveled streets where e'er you go 
^nd ladies fair who are not slow, 

Phat greet you with a pleasant smile 
^nd chat complaisantly the while. 
Po help us while the time away 
A'^e have two lectures every day, 

Chat all who wish their ways to mend 
rhese splendid lectures can attend, 
Vnd while the lecturer's at rest 
rhe band makes music of the best. 

A^'hen these few lines you chance to greet 
;f they your approbation meet 
\nd you our friendship would increase, 
Exchange of thoughts should never 
cease. 



This message leaves me quite as well as 

when I saw you last, 
I hope to be as well again as I was in the 

past. 
When this you see remember me your 

friend though far away. 
And let me have a letter from your hand 

without delay. 

And when your letter I receive I will re- 
joice to know 

That you are gay and happy still, at writ- 
ing never slow. 

My own dear true and loving friends 
with doors thrown open wide. 

Who grasp my hand so lovingly and ask 
me to abide 

Have made my life less lonely in my few 

declining years 
And have far less of sorrow and far less 

of lonely tears, 
O may the ruling powers that be help 

me to plainly see 
The good in all my loving friends who 

minister to me. 

And overlook with charity each fault 

th^t may appear 
And meet all with a pleasant smile and 

loving words of cheer. 
Relieving every sorrow that is in my 

power to do 
And strew sweet flowers in the path of 

friends so kind and true. 



rO MY OLD FRIEND, A. G. PHELPS, 
OF FAIRBURY, ILL. 

At Lilly Dale in New York State, July 

the eighteenth day, 
I sit me down to write to you, though 

you are far away, 
I hope when you these lines receive you 11 

be in perfect health 
And the giver of all good will give you 

joy and wealth. 



DEAR DOCTOR AND COUSIN VAN. 

Written to Dr. Ketchen and Cousin Van 
Dulin, of Hopkinsville, Ky. In re- 
sponse to a letter from them stating 
that Dr. Kitchem and wife and Cousin 
Van and sister would accompany me to 
Cuba the next winter. 

I just arrived from Lilly Dale 
And am not feeling very hale. 
For want of sleep and needed rest 
I can't expect to feel my best. 
Since winding up my southern rounds 
I've gained about eleven pounds 
And, if said flesh with me abide, 
I think I will be satisfied. 

When safe at home I did receive 



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Your message, and it did relieve 
And cause me truly to rejoice, 
That you had harkened to my voice 
And sent me kindly words of cheer, 
From absent friends to me so dear. 
Now as to Cuba, I will say 
We cannot tell from day to day 

What the tomorrow doth conceal, 

Or what the next day will reveal. 

For Cuba I am still inclined 

And really have not changed my mind 

And if when e'er I seek my prize 

The cash will sure materialize 

And health stay with me good and strong 

And thus my dear old life prolong. 

Then I will sail on Cuban lines 
And also to the Isle of Pines. 
As to some females in the band 
It would be really to our hand 
To have a pretty female trick 
To care for us if we get sick, ' 

For don't you know the female grace 
With tender hand and smiling face 

Is fraught with many a healing charm. 
The tender touch of hand and arm 
And loving efforts on her part 
Brings back to life the fainting heart. 
Then let the females go along. 
To bless the trip with joy and song. 
And make the days pass merrily 
And give new life to Van and me. 

For don't you know we need it much 
The charm that comes with ladies' touch. 
But Cousin Van don't realize, 
He has not yet possessed the prize 
And does not realize the bliss 
That lurks within a woman's kiss. 
As to the Doctor don't you know 
It will be nice to have him go. 

For if the Doctor goes along 
Our bodies will be ever strong. 
For when we know we've got him sure 
The mind is clear of doubt and fear. 
And as you think so will it be 
You'll have disease or will be free 
And with his presence kind and true 
He'll boost disease right out of you. 



TO VAN DULIN. 

Who is a bachelor, and the lady me, 
tioned resides just over the fence froi\ 
Cousin Van's residence and is a frieni 
of the author. 

Whene'er you have a real good chance 

To see the lady o'er the fence 

Please tell her I am yet alive. 

That I of late began to thrive 

My health is very much improved ; 

But best of all is to be loved. 

The lady love I would select. 

Of course we know none are perfect. 

But she must have a pleasant voice 
And I must be her only choice. 
And she must have a winning way 
To cheer my heart from day to day; 
And I must think her good and sweet 
From crown of head to soles of feet, 
And love her true with all my heart 
And think her nice in every part. 



I do not care for house or land, 
I would not seek a lady's hand 
For wealth or fame or sordid gain. 
Please understand, and that quite plain 
I want one with an honest heart 
Who will in kindness do her part, 
Love me with all her heart through lif 
And be a true and loving wife. 



I rather guess if you could find 
One such, just suited to your mind. 
The lover's song you soon would sin 
And take her in under your wing; 
Which would be better in old age 
Than be a bach upon life's stage. 
She'd comfort you in failing years 
And soothe your sorrows, calm 
fears. 



youil 



Then don't delay, my Cousin Van, 
Go out and find her while you can, 
For by and by 'twill be too late 
To enter in the marriage state; 
And when you pass to spirit side 
Your friends will ask where is 
bride. 



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A POETICAL. LETTER. 

a lady friend in Florida zvho nursed 
fhe author through a long sick spell. 

hile drifting down the stream of time 

may your pleasures be sublime, 

ime Fortune every effort bless, 

ith gold each button that you press. 

ay heaven bless you every day 

id drive your every care away, 

id strew your path with lovely flowers, 

3ur life be filled with peaceful hours. 

lat you in your declining years 
in bid farewell to grief and tears, 
nd beds of ease to you be given 
rfumed with nectar sweet from 

heaven, 
hen these few lines you chance to see, 
you should kindly think of me, 
lease drop to me a line or two 
nd I will promptly answer you. 

nd, if you have the time to spare 
nd have some news you'd like to air, 
it down and then divest your mind 
>f all good news that you can find ; 
or what is life to me or you 
f we have no dear friend that's true, 
n whom we truly can confide. 
Vhere confidence will long abide. 



A precious incense unto me. 

And cause me in my dreams to see 

The kindly acts bestowed by thee. 



LINES TO MISS MAY WILSON 

Vho Presented Flowers to the Author 
when Sick in Florida, and Other Kind 
Acts. 

'11 ne'er forget the words of cheer 
Phat thou hast given to calm my fear, 
^.nd sweet bouquets of lovely flowers 
Po help beguile the lonely hours. 

rhose flowers still perfume supply 
Mthough they're faded now and dry, 
rhey're nicely packed within my grip 
kVill there remain all through my trip. 

\nd then I'll take the faded bloom 
\nd will extract their sweet perfume, 
.\nd in my room the vase will keep 
To soothe and calm my nerves to sleep. 

And that perfume will ever be 



TO MR. JOHN A. JEFFREYS 
AND LADY. 

Feb. 15, A. D. 1909. 

My dear, dear friends, I wish to say 
My business has caused delay 
And sickness, the la grippe severe. 
With cruel power has held me here. 
But health, the ever precious boon, 
I feel is coming and quite soon 
I will be strong and free from pain 
And be my former self again. 

For Texas I will go next week, 

'Tis health and pleasure there I seek. 

Also the country to explore 

And contemplate its prospects o'er ; 

And if I find its prospects great 

I may secure some real estate, 

And here I wish also to state 

It is in winter, growing late. 

And spring will soon be drawing near 

And Casadaga camp so far, 

When I complete my Texas route 

I fear I will be tired out 

And then will wish to wend my way 

To Illinois, awhile to stay. 

And if to camp I do not go 

It will run all the same, you know. 

For Webster with its noble host 
And hostess will honor the post 
And entertain with gracious cheer 
Their guests, with fine and bounteous 

fare; 
And Hilligos will be there sure 
To see that all things are secure, 
,A.nd run according to the rule 
Of a good spiritualistic school. 

And J. Clegg Wright, I'm free to say. 
The wonder of the present day. 
And his great mediumistic power 
Will entertain you many an hour. 



Will entertain you many an he 
And I presume Mrs. Morrell, 
With powers quite phenomenal. 
Will be on hand to charm the crowd 
With tests of which they will be proud. 



And Mrs. Throndson, suave and bland, 



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No doubt will often take the stand 
And entertain with skill and pride, 
Controlled by a kind spirit guide. 
And Dr. Peebles, dear old soul, 
If he is there to swell the roll, 
A quite important place will fill 
And educate with wondrous skill. 

And little Carrie Twing, so bland 

And bright and pleasant on the stand, 

No doubt will do a generous part 

And entertain with skillful art, 

And write things up with pleasing grace 

And lasting honors to the place, 

And many gents and ladies fair 

Who have in former years been there. 

With presence honorable and good 

Are there to aid the brotherhood. 

And Plaisted, too, no doubt is there 

With violin to do his share. 

And once a week, with joy complete. 

Put life and spirits in their feet 

And Julius John and lady fair, 

I have no doubt are with you there. 

With wit and music will essay 
To charm your guests from day to day. 
Now if I fail to be there, too. 
Next year I really think will do ; 
I then will take a southern tramp 
And visit Casadaga Camp. 



HONOR THE BOYS IN BLUE. 

Tune, "America." 
Honor the boys in blue 
Who were to country true. 

In time of war. 
They fought and bled for you, 
Our foes they did pursue ; 
Much honor is their due, 

Their's many a scar. 

Honor the boys in blue. 

Their lives and blood were true, 

Where glory waved. 
They faced the shot and shell 
Where many comrades fell ; 
Their work was done so well. 

Our country saved. 

Honor the boys in blue. 
Be to them ever true. 
As in the past. 



Let patriots o'er the land 
Honor that loyal band. 
And for them ever stand, 
While time shall last. 

Honor the boys in blue. 
Let them be ever new. 

On Memory's page. 
O may we ever see 
That they will honored be. 
From care and sorrow free. 

While bowed with age. 

Honor the boys in blue. 
Who saved this land for you. 

With life and blood. 
Those sacred graves are ours. 
Wreath them with love and flowers, j 
Bathe them with tears in showers, 

A crystal flood. 



THE CLOSING OF THE YEAR. 

Amidst the autumn's dreamy haze. 
The forest leaves are all ablaze 
With crimson, scarlet, russet, green, 
A lovely changing golden scene. 

How quickly has the time rolled by 
Since spring with warm and radiant sk+ 
Gave leaves and grass and flowers birtl 
And decked with lovely charms the eartl; 

The swelling buds of rosy tint 
Were opened by the sunbeam's glint; 
And from their varied silvery sheen. 
The summer changed to lovely green. 

And with her balmy, gladdening smilj 
Gave life and vigor all the while, 
To vegetation, trees and flowers 
The fields of grain and lovely bowers. 



And with sweet fruits and flowers fair. 
With fragrance sweet perfumed the airj 
And clothed the earth with green and 

gold; 
'Twas charming, lovely to behold. 

Autumn is here with chilling breath; 
And heavy frost consigns to death 
The lovely flowers, leaves of trees 
Are torn and tossed upon the breeze. 

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hen winter's gone to bloom again, 
hen bahiiy spring makes warm their 

beds 
ley'll swell and show their tiny heads. 

id thus our lives must bud and bloom ; 
ir bodies lie within the tomb _ 
it spirit buds will yet remain 
3 live, and love, and bloom again. 



THE SEASONS. 

)ring is here in all her glory, 
Verdant fields are green and fair; 
'arblers tell the gladsome story 
With their music fill the air; 
iolets so sweet and smiling 
Tulips bloom with beauty rare, 
ver charming and beguiling 
Earth is decked in garments fair. 

imimer comes in gorgeous beauty. 

Clothed in rich and grand attire, 
[eadows, fields and vales so pretty 

Fraught with charms we all admire : 
OSes bloom in lovely bowers 

Ever sweet with fragrance rare, 
ovely rose the queen of flowers 

Budding, blooming everywhere. 

utumn comes laden with treasures, 
'Luscious fruits and cereals fine, 
'olden harvests beyond measure 

On which all the world can dine, 
awns and pastures tell the story 

Of the ages long ago, 
olden rod and morning glory 

For the natives used to grow. 

Vinter com.es now chill and dreary, 

Decks earth with a hoary vest, 
'ernal life with forests weary 

Takes a quiet needed rest, 
larth hath yielded full possession, 

Winter dons her icy cap, 
:)ther seasons in submission 

Cast their treasures in her lap. 



ilFE'S LESSON IN THE SEASONS. 

jpring awakens from her slumber 
With her balmy sun and rain, 

ilessings bring of countless number, 
Woos all things to life again. 



Clothes the earth, the fields and bowers 
With rich verdure green and fair. 

Grass and grain and leaves and flowers 
With her charms and balmy air. 

Summer soothes with lovely showers 
Every living thing that's green ; 

Bring new charms for seeds and flowers 
Brings perfection to the scene. 

Autumn with her balmy weather 
Brings perfection to the scene, 

Brings all season's work together — 
Fruits and cereals gathers in. 

Winter, like a tyrant reigning. 
Leaves and flowers must decay. 

Buds and bulbs alive remaining 
Live to bloom another day. 

Life's an emblem of the seasons 
In its childhood like the spring. 

If controlled by truth and reason 
Will much hope and promise bring. 

Youth like summer's variant gladness, 
Fill with ardent hopes and fears. 

Flowers of love or swords of madness, 
Brings us happiness or tears. 

Middle age like autumn bearing 
Fruit and seed that we have grown 

Brings us woe or joy and pleasure — 
We will reap what we have sown. 

Old age like the winter season 
Brings our bodies to the tomb ; 

Spirit buds with life and reason. 
Live in higher spheres to bloom. 



TO DEATH. 



The flowers have their time to blow, 

The leaves their time to fall ; 
The cock his time at night to crow. 

And sound his morning call ; 
The glorious sun her time to rise 

And bring the coming day, 
The moon the time when it supplies 

With many a golden ray. 

We know that winter's coming soon, 
By north wind's chilling breath. 



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Thou hast the whole year for thine own 

To call for us, O Death ; 
No jungle dense, no secret dell, 

No place on earth so stout. 
Tho we within strong forts should dwell 

We cannot keep thee out. 

We know night by her sable shade 

That o'er the earth we see, 
But who shall teach us when, O Death, 

That we must look for thee. 
Then let our lamps be burning bright. 

Let us from sin be free 
So if thou com'st by day or night, 

That we can welcome thee. 



And you be ever true. 

As ever, your friend, 

J. FRANCIS MYERS. 



TO DR. S. MURDOCK, OF SABETHA, 
KANSAS. 

Lilly Dale, N. Y., Aug. 26th, 1907. 

Once more I take my pen in hand 

That my old friend may know 
That I quite soon at home will land. 

Am still upon the go. 
'ihis leaves me only fairly well. 

And when it reaches you 
I hope it will the story tell 

That I am ever true. 

I leave this lovely place today, 

For Bloomington will steer. 
To meet with friends, now far away 

Tho to my heart are dear. 
Please take your pen and write to me, 

This matter don't delay, 
For I will really anxious be, 

To hear what you may say. 

Have you still Cuba on the brain, 

Do you intend to go ? 
When next you write, do please explain 

And tell me what you know ; 
And tell me if the Cuban goose 

Continues to fly high, 
And if you have some funds that's loose 

And still intend to buy. 

When this you see, remember me, 

For I am ever true, 
And prompted conscientiously 

In what I say and do. 
And now may heaven's blessings rest 

And long abide with you, 
And may your life be ever blest, 



THE GREAT NIAGARA RIVER AN 
FALLS. 

Of thee, Niagara, we sing 
And long and loud thy praise will rin| 
Thy glory, oft, will be expressed. 
And millions by thee will be blest. 
The words of man fail to express. 
Thy thundering, roaring, awfulness ; 
With awe sublime we are controlled 
As we thy wonders do behold. 

Thou art a God sent chain of fate, 
Uniting lakes, both small and great. 
On fair Columbia's bounteous breaa' 
That by thee, many may be blest. 
From lake to lake thy fall complete 
Is three hundred thirty-four feet, 
And at thy falls thy water sheet 
Descends one hundred sixty feet. 

Thou art unique in many a way 
No river like thee is found today. 
Above Goat Island, very wide. 
And at Goat Island there divide. 
And in thy wrath plunge o'er the falls i 
To meet again 'twixt narrow walls. 
And over many rapids go, 
While reaching Lake Ontario. 

Thy rapids, just above the falls, 
Hath many benches. Shallow walls. 
O'er which thy waters downward pour, 
Which adds unto thy ceaseless roar. 
Thy wonders great proclaim, in fine, 
The hand that made thee is divine; 
He holds the waters and the land 
Within the hollow of his hand. 

Among his wondrous works, so grand 
Niagara thou wilt ever stand. 
Approved by His great sovereign will. 
To show to man his wondrous skill. 
Kings and plebians, rich and poor. 
Have heard thy raging waters roar. 
And stood with awe-struck hearti 

amazed, 
In speechless wonder while they gazed. 

Where thy mad raging water falls 
Into the gorge, o'er rocky walls, 




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le hundred sixty feet or more, 
id mists arise from shore to shore, 
irough which the sun with golden 

sheen, 
ings forth a lovely rainbow scene, 
how my heart did bound and leap 
I see those mighty waters sweep 

id dive, and rage and foam and roar, 

ithin the abyss where they pour, 

id seethe and plunge and dash and 

fume, 
len rise and partial calm assume ; 
id then, between those rocky walls, 
oat gently on below the falls, 
'er the next rapids swiftly ride, 
tid plunge and leap with rapid stride, 

the great whirlpool onward roll, 
nd see the bank its speed control, 
^here the deep gorge turns to the right 
nd leaves the stream, the bank to fight ; 
^here it against the bank doth churn, 
nd whirl and to the left doth turn, 
nd whirl and circle round and round, 
nd seems to be completely bound. 

iut undercurrent's constant flow 

onveys it to the gorge below. 

.n awful sight my eyes did greet. 

'he height of banks three hundred feet, 

Vith narrow channel just below, 

Vheve all the water has to flow. 

wondered if it could be true 

'hat all that water could pass through. 

'he under current's constant sweep 
lath worn the channel very deep ; 
Vlthough in width 'tis so much pent 
ireat depth of channel gives it vent, 
^nd next it strikes a rocky bed, 
Vhere' ever greater surface spread, 
t leaps and plunges, foams and roars, 
n Lake Ontario gently pours. 

♦joat Island, just above the falls, 
lOivides their steep and rocky walls. 
When Indians met to worship God, 
Believing it was his abode, 
They saw him, as the mists float o'er, 
\nd heard him in the awful roar; 
\nd, to appease his angry thought. 
They many presents to Him brought. 

\lso to quiet morbid fear 

They gave an Indian maid each year. 

By lot they chose that lovely maid. 



And on the bank she knelt and prayed ; 
They danced the death dance round her 

there. 
The chief arose, with solemn air, 
And cried aloud, "We give to Thee 
This lovely maid, the gift is free." 

All robed in white, with white canoe, 
Into the water her they drew, 
And sent her down, canoe and oat, 
To where the raging waters pour. 
To plunge beneath that seething flood, 
And there to meet the Indian's God. 
The body soon would downward float, 
Where they secured it with a boat. 

Then to Goat Island did repair 
And there interred the maiden fair, 
Where the Great Spirit did abide. 
And she would be his maiden bride. 
Goat Island with its beauty rare, 
Hath lovely trees, so green and fair, 
From which the view is best of all, 
To see the world's great water fall. 

For one can stand between the two 
And there can have a splendid view ; 
On either side, he there can see 
An emblem of God's majesty. 
That awful torrent's ceaseless pour 
And hear its mad and thundering roar. 
Which fills the heart with awe sublime, 
That will defy the hand of time. 

When near Niagara's ceaseless flood 
A voice within said, "There's a God, 
Survey this boiling vortex o'er 
And listen to its deafening roar." 
Awe struck I stood and there did gaze 
Upon those torrents, mist and haze. 
I there beheld a charming sight, 
A lovely rainbow clear and bright. 

Amazed, I stood without a fear, 
And cried great God, for thou art near. 
Thy voice in thunder tones impress 
Me. Thou art here and here to bless. 
For Thou hast made the waters forge 
And open deep this mighty gorge. 
Long, long ago this work began 
To aid and comfort feeble man. 

For in this mighty waterfall 
Thy voice to man doth loudly call, 
Arise, O man, and strike with might. 
For this, the greatest water site. 
Will furnish power for millions yet. 



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Who will from it a living get. 
Thy vigils keep from year to year 
For opportunity is here. 

And thou canst build a city strong 
On either side the banks along, 
And in due time from Lake to Lake 
A mighty city thou canst make 
Where millions yet will find employ 
Their labor's fruits they will enjoy' 
Thy products will bring blessings great 
To all who dwell within the states. 

Flow on Niagara, ever flow; 
Thy glorious fame will ever grow 
Thy mighty falls and water's whirl 
Hath spread thy fame all o'er the world 
And kings and potentates have gazed 
And speechless stood, awe struck 
amazed. ' 

And millions still, thy wonders greet. 
And bow with homage at thy feet. 

No artist's pencil can portray 
Thy wonders, O Niagara ! 
No tongue hath language to express, 
Ihy raging water's aw fulness. 
Thy mighty, ceaseless, thundrous roar, 
Ihy spray and rainbow hovering o'er 
No scenes on earth that more attract 
Than nature's greatest cataract 
Sept. 20th, 1910. 



SCENES AND OBJECTS OF INTER- 
EST ON THE NIAGARA RIVER. 

No artist's pencil plainly can portray 
Her wonders, or do justice to the 
theme ; 
No tongue hast language rightly to con- 
vey 
The matchless grandeur of that mighty 
stream — 
An oasis on fair Columbia's breast, 
Where all the irised beauties sweetly 
play ; 
A gem so fine, no other land is blest 
With colors born of shining sun and 
spray. 

Niagara in miles is thirty-six, 

From Lake Erie to Lake Ontario, 
Falls three hundred thirty-four feet be- 
twixt — 
Five lakes their surplus waters through 
It flow. 



There's many wondrous objects to ' 
seen. 

Of interest to the tourists today. 
Along that river those two lakes betwee 

For tourists when traveling that w? 

Its greatest wonder is its mighty fal 
One hundred sixty feet those wate 
pour 
Into a chasm deep 'twixt rocky walls, 
And cause a thundering, deafenin 
ceaseless roar. 
God's living voice is ever present there,' 
Proclaiming loud the just, the brav 
shall be 
Tlie rulers of this glorious land so fail 
The guardians of peace, and liberty. 

And Prospect Park is to the city joineJ 

Between the city and the falls coni 

plete ; 1 

'Tis beautiful, with lovely trees adorneJ 

Along the chasm runs one thousard 

feet. ] 

Along the rapids runs five hundred mon 

Its full extent those raging wateri 

face. 

To see those leaping waters plungid 

o'er, 

More visit there than any other plac( 

And Prospect Point, the lower end o\ 
the park. 
Affords a splendid view of both th 
falls, 
Also Maid of the Mist, that little bari^ 
That plys so near, between those rock-l 
walls. 
On water so exhausted by the leap 
And plunge into the chasm and tb 
swirl. 
Then runs for two miles smooth anci 
very deep, ' 

The deepest narrow river in the world 

« 

Cave of the Winds, formed by the re- 
cessed cliff. 
Is sixty by one hundred feet about. 
The roof one hundred feet above and 
stiff, 
Where through the falling water you' 
look out. 
Goat Island bridge, a splendid place tcJ 
show 
The rapids as they rage and foam and< 
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d pass over the precipice below 
^nd then assume a cahn and gentle 
sweep. 

elevator grand near by the falls 
\.nd stairway to the river's edge below, 
here you can stand and view those 

rocky walls 
\nd see those raging waters o'er them 

flow. 
en you can on the Misty Maiden ride 
\nd sail near to the foot of both the 

falls, 

len circle back and to its landing glide, 
Then elevate up through those rocky 

walls. 

le spring within Goat Island's lovely 

bank 
Not far above the bridge is walled 

around 
here many weary tourists have drank, 
No purer water in that country found, 
iree Sister Islands near Goat Island 

lie, 
bridge unites Goat Island with the 

three, 
Where you can see the rapids raging 

by 

And plunging, dashing, foaming, cease- 
lessly. 

he Queen Victoria Park across the way 

In Canada is beautiful and fair, 

Ms well equipped and open every day 

And many, many people visit there, 
iagara's great banner is unfurled 

Proclaiming to industries old and new 
/e have the cheapest power in the 
world, 

Come share it with us and be happy, 
too. 



already forty millions have been spent, 
Three hundred sixty factories today, 
ive largest in the world are here con- 
tent 
And many more are coming here to 

stay, 
ligantic tunnels opened for the flow 
Convey the water from the stream 
above 
fo factories immense that's built below 
And many more such projects on the 
move. 



The city now is forty thousand strong 

And just began to realize her strength. 
With great momentum she will move 
along 
From lake to lake in time will be her 
length — 
Three monster bridges span the gorge 
along. 
The upper one twelve hundred forty 
feet. 
Its height one hundred ninety feet and 
strong, 
The arch one hundred forty feet com- 
plete. 

The museum of Niagara is great 

In eighteen hundred thirty had its 
birth, 
The oldest museum within the states. 
The largest private museum on 
earth; 
A wonderful collection and replete. 

The largest in America today, 
It can with all the foreign ones compete, 
All nature and her freaks are on dis- 
play. 

The city is alive and up-to-date, 

And forging up and onward to her 
goal. 
There's none so wide awake within the 
state. 
She will some day contain a million 
souls. 
There's many other features that are 
grand, 
A few more I will mention at this time, 
Niagara your ideas will expand 
When you behold her wonders grand, 
sublime. 

The gorge route an electric line that 
plays 
To Lewiston and back, the gorge 
around. 
Its scenic grandeur wondrous sights dis- 
plays. 
No other place on earth can such be 
found. 
Three ponderous steel arch bridges cross 
the stream. 
The whirlpool and the rapids always 
new, 
Brock's monument in grandeur can be 
seen, 
The Devil's Hole, and Queenston 
Heights in view. 



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THE MAIDEN SACRIFICE 

An Indian Legend of Niagara. 



Awed, by its leaping and raging and 
bounding, 
Mazed by its roaring, by night and 
by day, 
Soothed by its musical echo resounding. 
Charmed by its beautiful rainbow and 
spray, 
Children of nature to Niagara hastened, 
For in its roar was the Great Spirit's 
voice. 
Lest in his anger the red man be 
chastened, 
Gifts they presented that he might 
rejoice. 

Oft on its banks the whole tribe would 
assemble. 
There to do homage and worship their 
God. 
There in his presence they prayed, danced 
and trembled, 
Then on its banks never white man 
had trod. 
Lovely Goat Island, the Great Spirit's 
dwelling, 
There was their heaven, the place of 
their choice. 
Oft in their ecstacy saw his form swell- 

Thundering cataracts echoed his voice. 

Often his form, when the mist cloud was 
rifted. 
Gracefully poised, in the spray in the 
air. 
Holding his rainbow, until the wind 
shifted, 
Then his loved form was no longer 
seen there. 
Once in each year the whole tribe there 
collected. 
There to do homage, to dance, pray 
and fast. 
Spoils of the chase, and their crops they 
selected. 
Gifts to the Spirit with reverence they 
cast. 



Lovely Goat Island, 'tis said by tradition. 
Was their great Mecca, where they 
could find rest. 



No matter what in this life their co 
dition, 
They at that island would ever be ble 
To please the Spirit, the chief of ea| 
nation 
Annually gave him a sweet maid 
fair, 
Chosen by lot, she was by their dictatid 
Sent o'er the falls to the Great Spiii 
there. 

One time a Seneca chief's only daught' 

Was drawn to sacrifice, to his chagri 

True to his tribe, he opposed not h 

slaughter. 

All was arranged the descent to begi 

A lovely white boat to the maiden wi, 

given, 

Filled with sweet flowers and fruii 

of the land, ' 

Robed her in white, like the angels i! 

heaven, j 

Started her down with the oars in h« 

hand. 1 

That noble chief loved his beautif« 
daughter. 
Deep in his heart her sad fate did d^ 
plore. 
Secretly he, in his boat o'er the water, I 
Swiftly the rapids was soon passim 
o'er. 
Soon he drew near to his darling, hi 
loved her. 
Ere they had reached that wild lou 
roaring fall ! 

He raised his eyes to the heavens abov 
her— "' 

Soon they both entered that mad rag 
ing pall. ' 

Now they can roam in sweet peace ii' 
their glory. 
Over the forest, the mountain, the dell' 
Tell to their brothers their wonderfu 
story » 

In that bright hunting ground ever t( 
dwell. i 

Tell me not red men are born with nc 
feeling. 
Where is the man greater love car 
bestow, I 

Died for her, to the Great Spirit appeal-i 
ing— 
Can any white man a greater lovl' 
show? 




The Annual Sacrifice of the Seneca Indians 
to the Great Spirit at Niagara Falls 



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HE PIONEER SCENES OF MY 
CHILDHOOD. 

dreams I revisit the scenes of my 

childhood 
W^here nature was clothed in a mantle 

of green, , ^ . r 

le groves in their primeval beauty ot 

wildwood 
And prairie presented a beautiful scene. 

great panorama of scenes undulating 

For miles upon miles not a house 
could be seen, 

le scene in its grandeur was most ele- 
vating 

At sunrise and sunset a grand golden 
sheen. 

be great god of nature was there in his 
glory. 

He painted the landscape with verdure 
and flowers ; 

nd there we could read nature's beau- 
tiful story 

On green flowery vales, and in beauti- 
ful bowers. 

he prairies were decked in a grand robe 

of beauty, 
Bespangled with flowers o'er highland 

and lea, 
hey grew 'mongst the grasses, were 

gorgeously pretty, 
And swayed in the breeze like the 

waves of the sea. 

'he groves oft were laden with wild 
fruits and berries, 

With walnuts, and hickory nuts, paw- 
paws as well, 

/ith hazelnuts, plums, also grapes and 

wild cherries 
And strawberries grew in the green, 
grassy dell. 

rab apples, may apples, and haws in 

profusion. 
Also the wild blackberry, raspberry, 
too, 
li. fine crop of acorns were then no de- 
lusion, 
Hackberries and butternuts also there 

grew. 

The trees in the forest were lofty and 
charming, 



A world of great wealth in the pio- 
neer's hand, ^ 
Now ruthlessly slain by his hand, its 
alarming 
The great devastation all over the 
land. 

For lo, cruel man in the pride of his 
powers . 

Hath robbed the grand scene of its 
once lovely charms, 
Despoiled the fine groves, the grand 
prairies and flowers, 
And selfishly placed in their stead 
many farms. 

Ah never again will the groves and the 
prairies 
Present to the eye such a beautiful 
scene, 
So gorgeously lovely, a home for the 
fairies ; 
Where oft we imagine they danced on 
the green. 

No lover of nature whose sacred devo- 
tion . . 
To charms of the forest, the prairies, 
the dell 
Will ever again feel such blissful emo- 
tion 
To make glad his heart and his bosom 
to swell. 



A TRIBUTE TO MY MUSE. 

The Muses are nine fabled Goddesses, 
Gods or spirits that preside over lit- 
erary, artistic and scientific matters, a 
genius of art, literature or music. 

I write with ease my muse to please 

While under inspiration, 
As he indites I quickly write 

According to dictation. 

When he is near, my heart to cheer 

From feelings I believe it. 
By his impress I then express 

The word as I receive it. 

Without intent an incident _ 
Oft sets my muse to versing. 

To hear one preach or make a speech 
Oft sets him to rehearsing. 



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Or if indeed I chance to read 
Of something quite impressive, 

Suggestions wise he will advise 
In language quite expressive. 

And then with speed I soon succeed 

In framing his suggestions, 
In measured line to please my mind 

Respond to his wise questions. 

It often seems that in my dreams 
Impressions come quite clearly. 

Such ideas born, the coming morn 
I weave in verses early. 

When he inspires poetic fires 

It is my happiest hours. 
He charms my mind with songs com- 
bined 

With music, art and flowers. 

My generous muse whene'er he choose 
Brings verses sweet and cheering, 

He entertains with sweetest strains 
'Tis to my mind endearing. 



THE MUSIC OF THE MUSES. 

I often muse on things benign 
And in my reveries I hear 
A melody sweet and divine 
That falls so softly on my ear. 
No earthly notes so fine. 

With harp and violin they play, 
It fills the air with music sweet, 
It seems to ever come my way, 
No earthly music so complete. 
It charms me night and day. 

So often in my daylight dream 
I hear the muses soft and low. 
On sweet poetic verse they seem 
To concentrate, that I may know 
And catch the chosen theme. 

It fills me with poetic fire 
As their sweet voices float along 
And soon it is my fond desire 
Their whispered verses to prolong. 
That I so much admire. 



AN EVENING SOLILOQUY. 

My years are seventy and five 
And I am glad that I'm alive. 
To stay here longer I will strive 
In this grand world of beauty. 

By temperate habits, pleasant ways, 
And writing sweet congenial lays, 
I can prolong my earthly days 
And better do my duty. 

My stay on earth will soon be done 
And when my earthly race is run 
Eternal life I will have won 
And with that grand procession. 

With spirit wings I will have flown 
Where Christ the Lord will meet 



own 



H 
dor 



And bless them for the good they've 
And not for their profession. 

I there will meet friends who are trud 
Eternal friendships will renew. 
Trials and troubles will be few 
And loving friends caress me. 

I there will shed no bitter tears, 
Will leave behind all doubts and fears 
And dwell in those celestial spheres 
Where Christ the Lord will bless m<| 

If we make naught but good our quest 
And during life will do our best 
Then Christ the Lord will do the rest 
And bless our best endeavor. I 

And when we reach that golden strand. 
That blissful, bright, and happy land. 
We'll join that joyful, happy band 
And dwell with Christ forever. mif 



WHEN I WAS YOUNG. 

December 13th, 1909. 



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When I was young and in my prime, 
I did not while away my time. 
But struggled on from day to day. 
That fame and fortune come my way, . , 
And as the months and years rolled by|', 
They found me always on the fly. 
And while on fortune I was bent, 
A sixteen hours day I spent. 
In planning business, or at work, 
I, other duties did not shirk. 



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For by the people's sovereign will 
Official places I did fill. 
Not great were their financial ends, 
But then I liked to serve my friends, 
'A^e should not live for self alone, 
Nor in the hive become a drone, 
But as we cross life's earthly span, 
We should do all the good we can, 
Though charity begins at home. 
As o'er the world we chance to roam, 
A kind word, sweetened with a smile, 
Our own heart's sorrows will beguile, 
,And wreath with joy, and pleasure sweet 
The face of every one we meet. 



AT PARTING 



A response to a farewell reception and 
toast accorded the author on the eve of 
his departure from Lake Helen, Flor- 
> ida. 

Dear friends, the honor you bestow 
Hath set my heart with love aglow, 
.In memory it will ever bless 
And cheer me in my loneliness. 

'Twill be as long as time shall last 
A sacred memory of the past. 
Although we may dwell far apart 
You'll have a place within my heart. 

I'll hold you dear, with sacred joy, 
'Distance and time can ne'er destroy 
And oft when on my bed I lay 
•^'11 dream of friends in Florida. 

,./\.nd if on earth we ne'er shall meet 
it ever will to me be sweet 
To think upon the happy hours 
•*A'^ith you, in this fair land of flowers. 



A PANORAMA OF LIFE. 

I saw a picture, lovely, fair 
"" 'Twas beautiful to see. 

Four angels floating in the air, 

, And they drew near to me. 
. w^ith loving smiles, with pleasure blent, 
*^'* They bowed, while drawing near. 

And said, thy life we will present. 
In seasons of the year. 






I am the spring," one said, quite plain, 
"My mission is to find, 



And br!ng the sunshine and the rain, 

To bless all human kind. 
I charm the flowers, the fruit, the field. 

To bring a bounteous treat, 
I then to summer gladly yield. 

And lay all at her feet." 

Then summer wove a lovely ring, 

With buds and leaves so green, 
A wreath of roses made for spring, 

As sweet as e'er was seen. 
And said, "Dear one, it is for thee. 

Much honor thou hast won, 
I'll finish dear one, faithfully. 

The work thou hast begun." 

Then Autumn spake with gladsome smile, 

Dressed in a robe of brown, 
A garland made of leaves in style, 

Gold tinted, for a crown. 
And said, "Dear summer, thee I bless, 

Faithfully thou hast striven," 
To both, she gave a sweet caress, 

Ror what they both had given. 

A basket filled with fruit most fair, 

She held with joy and pride. 
With spring and summer standing near, 

Said, "This we will divide." 
Then winter came, white robed in fur 

With hoary locks of gray. 
And on his heel he wore a spur, 

These words I heard him say. 

"Dear children come, and never fear, 

And dwell around my throne, 
For I am king of all the year. 

And I must have my own. 
When thou hast rendered unto me, 

All that thou hast in store, 
I'll give sweet sleep and rest to thee, 

Thou'lt live to work for more." 

Then said the angel winter king, 

With measured words to me, 
"Thy childhood represents the spring. 

All buoyant, joyous, free. 
Thy youth the summer doth portray. 

With love and hope and fear, 
Thv manhood Autumn in full sway, 

The richest of the year. 

"Thou art to age destined to bow. 

When winter's chilly hand. 
Is laid upon thy feeble brow. 

His power thou canst not stand, 



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And like the flowers and buds of earth, 
Will rest from toil and care, 

To live again, a spiritual birth, 
A crown of victory wear." 



MY FIRST SCHOOL. 

When I was six years old and small, 

they sent me to the school ; 
My teacher was both bright and tall, and 

rigid were his rules. 
At recess hour, when out one day, a boy 

twice six or more 
Misused me when I was at play and left 

me feeling sore. 

I to the teacher did report, how Jack so 

bold and free 
While we were at our noon day sport, 

had badly treated me. 
The teacher kept him in the house, while 

others went to play. 
While they were in, let him go out, and 

so it went that day. 

They called him Jack, John was his 

name, and he was fair and bright. 
He might have climbed the heights of 

fame, had he have done just right. 
Now Jack was selfish from a child and 

for his age was bold. 
Rebelled against such treatment mild, 

was hard to be controlled. 

He stamped upon the steps like sin, the 

teacher to defy, 
The teacher promptly called him in, and 

licked him by and by, 
When Jack came slowly in you see the 

teacher he was mad, 
He jerked him down across his knee, 

and paddled well the lad. 

He made his ruler quickly play where 

Jack was soft and plump. 
And every time it seemed to say, "You 

are a saucy chump." 
Soon Jack gave in and bitter tears ran 

quickly down his cheek. 
With tear stains almost to his ears, he 

humble looked and meek. 

But that proud, haughty heart within re- 
mained unconquered still, 

More trouble still awaited him, caused 
by his stubborn will ; 



He grew to manhood uncontrolled, he 

was high temper's slave. 
Which brought him by his actions bold, 

oft times quite near the grave. 

Now all you boys, no matter where, as 

you grow strong and tall 
Of Jack's example please beware, lest 

you should often fall 
When e'er you meet another boy, more 

weak and small than you. 
Make him rejoice with perfect joy, that 

you're so kind and true. 

Be to all others good and true, in coun- 
try, town or school. 

Do as you'd have them do to you, live 
by the golden rule. 

Be on your guard boys all the while, and 
keep your temper down. 

And train your face to wear a smile 
and never wear a frown. 



DEAR LOVING HEART. 

Lines from a lady friend to the author, 
after his beloved family had all passed 
to spirit life. 

Dear loving heart, weep not, nor grievu 

For loved ones gone before; 
You'll meet them in the promised land 

On that bright shining shore. 
Their spirits are not in the grave, 

The caskets only there 
That held the precious jewels, dear, 

So lovely, bright and fair. 

Dear tender heart, new courage take, 

Your loved ones oft are near. 
Some day you'll meet them in that land 

Eternal, bright and fair. 
Be patient, loving friend, awhile, 

The loving angel hears 
The prayers you breathe, the bitter sighs 

And sees your falling tears. 

O sad heart, weary one, be brave. 

It is for you the best. 
For when the angels whisper, "Come" jy 

You then will find sweet rest. 
It has been promised to all those 

Who toil with loving heart. 
You'll win the crown that waits for you 

When this life you depart. 



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There, there, poor precious broken heart, 

Though sundered for awhile, 
Be not cast down, but look above. 

And catch their loving smile ; 
For they will whisper "We still live 

And are not far away, 
When night her sable curtain draws 

You'll come with us to stay. 

"Dear precious heart, when you lie down 

To take that long, last sleep. 
To wake again no more on earth, 

A watch o'er you we'll keep." 
The love we to each other bear 

Will draw us very near 
Dear lonely heart, long suffering heart 

Be brave and have no fear. 



SO LONELY THE DAYS. 

* Written after the family of the author 

had all passed away to spirit life, and 
, before meeting Miss Barrett. 

So lonely the days, and the nights full of 
sorrow. 
The sun shines but dimly the earth to 
illume. 
No rainbow foretelling a bright day to- 
1 morrow, 

But clouds seem to gather increasing 
the gloom. 

^y loved ones have gone where the 
angels are dwelling. 
Not one left to brighten my pathway 
" of pain, 

And daily my bosom with sorrow is 

• swelling 

And ever I long for to meet them 
"" again. 

Like flowers in bloom in the springtime 
of being. 
The frosts of affliction upon them did 
fall, 
The angel of death came at fate's sad 
decreeing 
li^.And took one by one and he now has 
'^ them all. 

O, sad cruel fate, wilt thou ever replace 
/ me 

With loved ones to bless and make 
happy my home 



Who ever, with kindness and love will 
embrace me 
That never again, I in sorrow will 
roam. 

O, angels of light, willst thou hear while 
I'm pleading, 
And open the flood gates of joy to my 
heart, 
Heal my aching wounds that are con- 
stantly bleeding, 
That sadness and sorrow forever de- 
part. 



TO MISS MINNIE LEE BARRETT. 

Present wife of the author, in response 
to a letter from her asking to purchase 
a copy of his book of poems. Replying 
to comments from her upon the book. 

At Bloomington, in Illinois, 
Where we have agricultural joys, 
It is December twenty-nine, 
With winter weather very fine. 
Thy charming letter came tonight 
And filled me with joy and delight 
To know that others love my lays 
That my own little book displays. 

Indeed I think thy estimate 
Upon the work is most too great, 
I never heard it said before 
That my book equals Thomas Moore 
Or Longfellow and Byron, too. 
Now if it does 'twill surely do. 
And if it does I am deceived. 
That fact I never have believed. 

But then, no matter what I say, 
The people will all think their way, 
And let them think just as they please 
'Twill leave their minds at perfect ease. 
And you the grand piano play 
And feed your soul from day to day 
With tones divine and clear and sweet 
That makes the heart with rapture beat. 

There's nothing sweeter, more divine, 
Than music — it is superfine. 
The savage to its power will yield, 
It tames the wild beasts of the field, 
'Tis full of joy and bliss and health, 
And adds unto our mental wealth ; 
No sweeter blessing e'er was given, 
It is the sweetest gift of heaven. 



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The angels join in joyful song, 
Eternally its notes prolong, 
And thus they bring it to the earth 
And here it has a second birth. 
They touch the chords within our brain 
And we produce the notes again, 
'Tis sweet with angels to commune 
And be with them in perfect tune. 

And thus the world forever bless 
With music, peace and happiness. 
Then let thy nimble fingers play 
Upon the keyboard day by day 
That loved ones whom to thee are dear 
The gladsome melody may hear. 
Thy angel friends to thee will come 
Will visit thee within thy home. 

And hear with gladsome hearts the notes 
As in the air they sweetly float, 
And all will join thy heart to bless 
And bring thee peace and happiness. 
My book I send thee with good cheer, 
A gift to bless the next new year. 
Also my song I send to thee, 
May it a blessing ever be, 

And fill thy heart with love for home 
And loved ones, when they chance to 

roam. 
When I'm at my Missouri farm 
I think that it would do no harm. 
When I have time, to drive thy way 
And hear thee on piano play, 
For music has the greatest charm 
To thrill my soul, my heart to warm. 

April or May, if weather fair 

And health is good, thou'lt see me there. 

I'll listen while I take a rest 

And thou wilt play for me thy best. 

And if thou hast a violin 

And think to play it is no sin 

I'll play the violin for thee. 

While thou dost play the chords for me. 

Now when the book and song gets there 
If thou hast got the time to spare 
Please write to me and tell me true 
If they came through the mails to you. 
Next Monday week if all is well 
I start to southern lands to dwell. 
For just how long I cannot tell 
But, if while there I'm doing well 



I'll stay till early spring, I'll say, 
And then will homeward wend my way. 
Then to Missouri I will hie 
And surely see thee by and by. 
With this I fain would send good cheer 
And wish for thee a bright New Year, 
And may the Father from above 
Bestow His blessings and His love. 
December 29, 1907. 



TO MISS MINNIE LEE BARRETT 

After the First Meeting. 

Of all the girls who come my way 

The one I love the best of any 
Hath charms that haunt me night and 
day, 

She is my dear, my own sweet Minnie. 
Her eyes so bright and smile so sweet 

And countenance beaming with beauty, 
Her mouth so exquisitely neat. 

To love her is a sacred duty. 

There is a charm in her sweet face, 

I never, never can resist it, 
So full of modesty and grace 

I think that Cupid must assist it. 
For when I look into her eye 

I see his image brightly gleaming, 
He quickly lets his arrow fly 

And love from my own heart is beam- 
ing. 

No evil thought shows in her face 

A proof she ne'er engaged in sinning 
A sweet expression you can trace 

Of innocence, and yet so winning. 
The charm within her music sweet 

Of piano and nimble fingers 
Is so enchanting and so neat 

It sweetly in my memory lingers. 

I hear it morning, noon and night, 

'Tis ever present with me, seeming 
Like some sweet fairy nymph or sprite ; 

It thrills my heart and sets me dream- 
ing. 
And when from care my mind is free 

And is released from other duty 
Her lovely form methinks I see j 

In smiles of innocence and beauty. 

Her countenance is free from guile 
As pure as is the dew from heaven, \ 

And love lurks in each loving smile 
That charms my heart when it is given. 



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'Tis sweet to know, where'er I go, 
That I have loving friends so many, 

But sweeter far will be to know 
That I am loved by my dear Minnie. 



TEONK OF ME. 

To Miss Minnie Lee Barrett. 

When the noonday sun is beaming 

With her mellow golden light. 
And all nature gladly teeming 

With her kisses fair and bright, 
Although thou may be surrounded 

By dear friends and happy be 
And thy pleasure be unbounded; 

Darling loved one, think of me. 

When the shades of night are falling 

And all nature's wooed to sleep. 
And the God of night is calling 

Angels to their vigils keep. 
Thy dear head upon thy pillow 

And thy mind from care is free 
With not one disturbing billow; 

Then, O loved one, think of me. 

When awakened from thy slumber 

By the golden rays of dawn. 
And all creatures without number 

Hail the glories of the morn. 
Send thy sweetest thoughts to bless me. 

Though I far away may be. 
Come in spirit and caress me, 
, And think ever, love, of me. 



For when you do your duty 
And do the best you can, 

Sweet happiness the booty 
Will come to you again. 

If when you have your trials 
Your courage bring to bear 

A little self-denial 
Will make the way quite clear. 

If you listen to reason. 
Are honest and discreet. 

Are guilty of no treason. 
Which always brings defeat, 

You then will find much pleasure 

In life upon the way, 
You'll hail it as a treasure 

And be happy every day. 



MAY THE ANGELS GUARD AJTD 
BLESS THEE. 

To Miss Minnie Lee Barrett. 

May the angels guard and bless thee. 
Nothing in this life distress thee. 
And thy loving friends caress thee. 
Is my earnest, honest prayer. 

O may fortune e'er abide thee 
And no evil e'er betide thee, 
And no one find fault or chide thee, 
And God bless thee over there. 



BE CHEERFUL. 

To Miss Minnie Lee Barrett. 

^ Be happy dear, be cheerful. 

It is the better way. 
Xa If of yourself you're careful 

Good health will come your way. 

Life will be full of gladness 

And joy and peace you'll win. 
No sorrow, pain or sadness 
^ Your life will enter in. 

^ Then, dearest friend, be cheerful, 
Contented, blithe and gay. 
Of trouble ne'er be fearful. 
Compel it not to stay. 



And may loved ones ever guard thee 
And no so-called friend discard thee, 
And the Lord of Hosts reward thee. 
For the good thou'st done while here. 

Then my dear friend please be active. 
For thou knowest tKou art attractive, 
And be reasonably exactive 
For thou knowest this is leap year. 

If these lines do not excite thee 
But appease, cheer and delight thee, 
I will here and now invite thee 
To respond again to me. 

When thou hast a little leisure, 
If it is to thee a pleasure. 
It will be to me a treasure 
Just because it comes from thee. 



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I DREAM OF THEE. 
To Miss Minnie Lee Barrett. 

Oh Minnie dear, with winning eyes, 
When farewell glow of daylight dies 
And ere a star hath brought its light 
To gleam afar through sombre night, 
I sit alone where'er I be 
In my lone rooms and dream of thee. 

I dream of thee at falling eve, 
When first we met, a sweet reprieve, 
At thy dear home at close of day 
Where time passed joyfully away, 
The spacious lawn and maple tree 
Oft beckon me in dreams of thee. 

I dream of thee as daylight dies, 

In peaceful rest I close my eyes 

My spirit lingers by thy side 

And loves thee as my future bride. 

And joyfully returns to me 

And brings me loving words from thee. 

I dream of thee in parlor fair 
With grand piano playing there, 
Thy lovely form and eyes so bright 
And music haunt me day and night. 
My spirit seems to visit thee 
Whene'er I dream dear one of thee. 



HOW SWEET 'TWILL BE. 

To Miss Minnie Lee Barrett. 

How sweet 'twill be for me to know 
Thy love for me will ever grow 
And I to thee be always new 
And thou to me be ever true. 

For it is my heart's sweetest goal 
A true and faithful, loving soul 
And sweet, O sweet, will be the thought 
Dear one, that thou'lt forget me not. 

Of all the treasures of this earth, 
The joys, the blessings and the mirth, 
The pleasures sweet that come my way 
To cheer and bless me day by day, 

Whate'er may come, whate'er may go, 
The sweetest, thing for me to know 
Will be the sweet consoling thought, 
Loved one, that thou'lt forget me not. 

And sweeter far, if I'm the shrine 



Where thou willst come with love di- 
vine 
And on the altar of my heart 
Thy love will rest and ne'er depart, 

And there will sweetly blend with mine, 
A union form of souls divine. 
And love direct each act and thought, 
Then, loved one, thou'lt forget me not. 



O IP I WERE A LITTLE BIRD. 

If I were a little bird 

Near thee on a tree, 
I would treasure every word 

Spoken, love, by thee. 
I would sing my sweetest song, 

Love, thy heart to cheer ; 
Sing for thee the whole day long, 
Love, when thou art near. 

If I were a little flower, 

Beautiful to see. 
Blooming sweetly in thy bower, 

Oh how sweet 'twould be. 
For thee I would ever bloom 

To adorn thy breast. 
Give thee all my sweet perfume 

And on thy bosom rest. 

If I were a little book, 

Happy would I be, 
When dear one thine eyes would look 

Lovingly at me. 
But best of all I'll be to thee 

A duteous, loving heart. 
Wherein thou may joy to see 

The one loved best thou art. 

To Mrs. Minnie Lee Myers, when ab- 
sent from home. 



A SUPPLICATION TO THE GODS. vs;. 
To Miss Minnie Lee Barrett. 



Please give me thy attention 
While with pen I briefly mention 
That I will with good intention, 
Oft implore the gods for thee. 

That good fortune overtake thee 
And a happy woman make thee 
And those blessings ne'er forsake thee. 
And thou be from trouble free 



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May no grief disturb thy slumber 
And thy path never be sombre 
And thy joys be without number, 
As thou cross life's troubled sea. 

4 

vlay thy dearest friends caress thee 
^ \nd no sorrow ere distress thee 
'y^nd the God of heaven bless thee, 
J And thou be His special care. 

May no evil ere betide thee 

tnd good angels walk beside thee 
nd forever guard and guide thee, 
" I To a haven bright and fair. 

^ Where thy dearest friends will meet thee 
A.nd with smiles and kisses greet thee 
:With a glorious welcome fete thee, 
In that bright home over there. 

*VVhere thou'll be by friends surrounded 
And thy joy will be unbounded 
And a glorious home be founded, 
Happy, glorious and fair. 



WHEN THIS YOU SEE. 

To Miss Minnie Lee Barrett. 

When this you see if it please thee 
Then set thee down and write to me, 
\nd as you write please do decide 
Vour honest feelings to confide. 

For this is leap year, don't you know, 
"■ A.nd ladies now need not be slow 
But choose their man and on the sly 
.i^et Cupid's arrow quickly fly. 

} love one who is frank and free 
vVho will confide their thoughts to me, 
I think of thee from day to day 
'Off in Missouri far away, 

"\And wish to be with thee my dear 
So thy sweet music I can hear. 
{To listen while thou sweetly play 
VVould cheer me on my lonely way. 

For cheerfulness better than wealth 
To keep our bodies in good health, 
And always happy is the state 
That we should ever cultivate. 

The earth was made for you and me 



That we might ever happy be, 
Then every blessing that we meet 
We should enjoy with pleasure sweet. 

And thank the mighty powers that be 
For all those blessings rich and free. 
Then if we do our duty here 
Our conscience always will be clear. 

Dear friend it will be nice, indeed. 
To be from sin and sorrow freed. 
And have our music over there 
In that dear land so bright and fair. 

Our loved ones there we will enjoy 
Our pleasure there will never cloy. 
And we'U be free from earthly cares 
To live and love through endless years. 



O MINNIE DEAR. 

To Miss Minnie L. Barrett. 

Oh Minnie dear, when thou art near 
^ And with thy whole heart love me, 
I'll ever be as true to thee 
As are the stars above me. 

If thou bestow love that will grow 
And cheer my heart forever. 

With thee I'll go through weal or woe 
And I will leave thee never. 

With thy sweet smile thou dost beguile 
My heart to weak submission. 

Thy honest face with modest grace 
Reveals thy heart's condition. 

Thy face and form, with thy sweet charm 

Is_ present with me ever, 
'Twill be my doom to give it room 

In memory sweet forever. 

Then darling, dear. Oh never fear 

That I will ere deceive thee, 
What e'er I do if thou art true 

I'll worship and believe thee. 

Remember dear, this is leap year, 
Deal with thy heart quite fairly. 

Nor let it dare my life to share 
Unless thou lovest me dearly. 

I feel to know thy love will grow 

And thou'lt be true forever. 
No power above can change my love 

But I'll love thee forever. 



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It will be fine if thou art mine, 
My choice among so many, 

'Tis for all time with love sublime 
I want thee darling Minnie. 



As the soft summer breeze mongst the 

flowers and trees, 
So my love dear is wafted to thee. 



I'M LONESOME TO-NIGHT, LOVE. 

To Mrs. Miimie L. Myers, when 
Absent from Home. 

I'm lonesome tonight love, without thee, 
I sigh for a glance of thine eye, 

For many sweet charms are about thee 
To cheer me, love, when thou art nigh. 

Thy innocent smile sweet and luring 

So often my bosom doth fill 
With pleasure most sweet and enduring 

Is bright in my memory still. 

Thy lips have a charm full of pleasure 
When lovingly pressed upon mine. 

That fills me with joy beyond measure 
And bliss that is surely divine. 

Thy hands ever ready to aid me, 
Thy music so lovely, benign, 

So oft full of pleasure hath made me, 
Wh_en blending thy music with mine. 

O dear one I ne'er will forget thee 
Though on me Dame Fortune should 
frown, 

Whene'er thou art good I will pet thee 
Until I lay this bod^. down. 



AS THE MOON BY THE CLOUDS IS 
OBSCURED. 

To Miss Minnie L. Barrett. 

As the moon by the clouds is obscured, 
As the child by its mother is lured, 
So the charm of thy smile my own heart 
doth beguile. 
And I am held captive by thee 

As the sun and the rain giveth birth 

To the verdure and flowers of earth. 

So thy love rich and free will give life 

unto me 

And bring love and kindness to thee. 

As the restless waves roll to the shore. 
As the light travels fast the earth o'er. 



^ee^ . 



As the vine clingeth close to the tree 
As the dew falls from heaven so fre 
For thy innocent charm is my love trut I- 

and warm, ,/ 

And my heart clings with love untdi 

thee. • I 

For thy messages sweet in the past, ) 

Still come, dear, and long may the;. J 

last, I 

'Tis good on thy part thus to cheer my 

lone heart i 

And I love thee, I love none but thee 



I THINK OF THEE. 

To Mrs. Minnie L. Myers when Ab- 
sent from Home. 

I think of thee when morning light 
Illumines each mountain, vale and lea, 

And charms each warbler in his flight 
With gladsome song from tree to tree. 

I think of thee when noonday sun 
Makes glad all nature o'er the earth. 

Brings health and joy to everyone, 
To vegetation gives new birth. 

I think of thee when sable shades 
Bedim the glorious light of day 

And glorious gleams of sunlight fades, 
While lonely on my bed I lay. 

I think of thee as some bright star 
Whose gleams illume my mental sky 

To guide my footsteps near and far 
And bless me in the by and by. 

I think of thee as some nice book 
Whose pages oft my eyes explore. 

And every time I on them look 
Behold thy beauties more and more. 

I think of thee as love's bright flower 
To cheer and charm me day by day, 

The sweetest one in memory's bower 
And ever blooming there to stay. 

I think of thee both day and night, 
My heart is with thee every hour, 



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Dear one, so innocent and bright, 
Thou art my dearest, sweetest flower. 

-My heart for thee with true love warms 
And to thee clings with power and 
might, 
And drinks the nectar of thy charms 
^ To cheer and bless me day and night. 



TO MR. AND MRS. E. M. OFFUTT 
"^ ON THEIR FOURTEENTH 

* ANNIVERSARY. 

Dear friends, I would greet thee with 

• joyous good cheer 

On this anniversary of thy nuptial year. 
*• May this year bring gladness and joy 

sweet to share, 
f And memories sweet of thy first nuptial 

year. 

In succeeding years as the days and 

^ months fly ^ 

"^May they bring thee sweet memories of 

days that's gone by. 

And fill thy hearts full of affection and 

love, 

" As pure and as true as the angels above. 

i Xhe last fourteen years thou hast walked 
side by side, 
'"'nee God made thee twain as a bride- 
groom and bride 
^He hath blessed thee with offspring so 

kind and true. 
Cementing thy lives with a love always 
''■ new, 

t /jong, long may thou be blessed with 

' God's special care, 

~* Have many returns of this glad four- 
teenth year. 
JVIay good angels guide thee to honor and 

wealth 
And bring thee much happiness, peace, 
joy and health. 

f "Tl.en be ever happy through weal and 
through woe, 
Dispense love and kindness where ever 
thou go, 
-•With kind words and smiles blessing all 

whom thou meet, 
. Then life will be happy and death will 
} be sweet 



WITH PEN PLUCKED FROM AN 
ANGEL'S WING. 

To Mrs. Minnie L. Myers when Ab- 
sent from Home. 

With pen plucked from an angel's wing 
Or song sweet as the angels sing 
I could not half the story tell 
Of love for thee I love so well. 

It from my heart unbidden flows 
And as it flows expands and grows. 
Where'er thou art, where'er thou be 
'Twill like a mantle fall on thee. 

Its source and fountain ere will be 
Exhaustless, through eternity. 
For love I give will love receive, 
Which will my lonely heart relieve. 

And thou, dear one, will ever be 
An anchor to my love for thee, 
And thou willt be my joy and pride 
My sweetest, dearest, baby bride. 



THE UNSEEN WORLD. 

To Mrs. Minnie L. Myers when Ab- 
sent from Home. 

There is an unseen world around us 
That oft we feel but cannot see 

Its influence like fetters bind us 
And yet we think that we are free. 

Our spirit friends are ever coming 
With blessings to our earthly home 

And often change our lives in seeming 
And choose for us a special doom. 

Lovers of music and of flowers 
Have brought my Minnie unto me 

That she may cheer my lonely hours 
With music and sweet melody. 

O angels bright, thy kind assistance 
Hath brought much pleasure unto me 

There's pleasure now in my existence 
Since Minnie thou hast brought to me. 

The charms of life it seemed were over 
When loved ones all had passed away 

But through her love I now discover 
A future life is bright as day. 



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For Minnie dear will bless and love me 
And make my life one long sweet day 

Her heart's as true as stars above me 
And she'll strew flowers on my way. 



I DREAMED OF LOVE. 

To Mrs. Minnie L. Myers when Absent 
from Home. 

I dreamed of a love like a bright golden 
morning 
That e'er would grow brighter and 
ever be new, 
And gleam like the stars that are heaven 
adorning, 
A sweet charming soul love responsive 
and true. 



My dreams and fond hopes soon awoke 
from concealing 
A true heart responsive with pure life 
divine, 
A life in its fulness a rich love revealing, 
Forever as one richly blending with 
mine. 



I MISS THEE, LOVE. 

To Wife Minnie L. when the Author 
Was Absent from Home. 

I miss thee love when evening ^ 

Her sable shades unfurl. 
And I lay down to rest love 

I miss my little girl. 

'Tis then an aching void love 
Will fill my lonely heart. 
And sadly I regret love 
That we're so far apart. 

I miss thee all the day love. 

While many more I meet, 
I see no face like thine, love, 

So innocent and sweet. 

Thine image is with me love, 
'Twill guide me on my way. 

And take me back to thee love 
To ever with thee stay. 



A TOUR THROUGH THE SUNNY 

SOUTH, THE WINTER OF 

1907-08. 



One pure as the rose in its sweetness and 
beauty 
Celestially dawned my own heart to 
illume. 
Imparting a charm and impelling to duty 
And ever it sweetly remains in full 
bloom. 



And since my fond hopes hath achieved 
their ambition 
My soul mate hast blended her true 
love with mine. 
My life is now filled with true love's full 
fruition, 
Of pleasures elysian, eternal, divine. 

Our lives while on earth will be sweet- 
ened with pleasure 
Our pathway be strewn with sweet 
flowers we love 
Our cup will o'erflow with true love ])e~ 
yond measure 
In mansions elysian in bright courts 
above. 



/ left dear old Bloomington on January 
IS, 1907, went via St. Louis, Mo., Nash- 
ville, Tenn., Atlanta, Ga., to Jackson- 
ville, Florida, on the St. John's river, 
2$ miles from the sea, the entering 
point to Florida. 

And Jacksonville they claim of late 
The largest city in the state. 
Where northern railroads do in fine 
Connect there with the east coast line. ' 
The Clyde line steamers to and fro ; 

To Charleston and to New York go. 
And up the St. John's river ply 
To Stanford and to Green Springs fly. 

And Jacksonville with honored name 

Enjoys an undisputed fame 

Among the tourists of the north , - 

Who visit cities of the south. j 

Her fine hotels are wondrous grand "' 

Excelled by none within the land. 

The Windsor stands near Herring Parkw, 

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Its beauties rare no tongue can tell ; 
- No pen portray a scene so fair. 
I lingered long when I was there 
To contemplate the lovely part 
i hat nature plays combined with art, 
^For evergreens and flowers fair 
Adorn the park, perfume the air. 

And other parks and fine hotels 

Where many lovely people dwell 
'Bedeck the scene with flowers fair 

To charm the eye, while you are there. 
~A lovely park is Riverside, 

Don't miss it when you there abide 

♦Always attractive to the eye. 

It many beauties will supply. 

The avenue at Riverside 
^With evergreen the city's pride, 
Where birds of gorgeous colors sing 
As cheerful as in verdant spring. 
" 'Tis sweet to walk beneath its shade 
,,And view the lovely promenade. 
And contemplate its beauty rare 
Of foliage so rich and fair 

It would be nice to there abide, 
Near that nice park, the Riverside, 
Where sweet perfumes and birds and 

flowers, 
And lovely trees and shady bowers 
_^ Attract the eye on every side 
" Begetting confidence and pride, 
^Where lovely pines perfume the air 
With fragrance sweet from flowers fair. 

The Hotel Windsor, every part 
A model of perfection's art 
5n grandeur, few with it compare. 
In symmetry and beauty rare. 
Should you its beauty e'er descry 
frwill cheer your heart and charm your 
-< eye. 

Its many beauties will unfold 
When you its many parts behold. 

In that fine climate, always warm, 
""Near by that city is a farm, 

Where alligators, young and old, 
.Are kept and bred — for profit sold. 

The ostrich, also, there they breed, 
p'And train them on the track for speed. 

A darky small the birds will ride, 

JPhey swiftly round the track will stride. 

They hitch the birds with tiny trace, 
To tiny carts built for the race ; 



A little darky drives each bird 
And starts them at the judge's word. 
Like horses round the course they go, 
Speed of a horse they often show. 
'Tis fine to see them run and strive 
First at the outcome to arrive. 

In Jacksonville, stands fair to see 
A monument in memory 
Of many a confederate brave 
Who fills a southern soldier's grave. 
It brings sad thoughts to memory 
Of battles fought on land and sea 
To keep the blacks in slavery, 
But God decreed they should be free. 

From there to old St. Augustine, 
Where verdant fields are always green ; 
St. Augustine, a city great. 
The oldest city in the state. 
Is grand and lovely to behold, 
Although in years she is so old 
Her grand hotels with lawns and flowers 
Will charm and hold you many hours. 

The Ponce De Leon, grand hotel. 
Will charm you with a magic spell. 
It is perfect in every part 
A model of perfection's art ; 
But nature in its lawn so green 
Surpasses art, 'tis plainly seen. 
It bears the honored name today 
Of first white man in Florida. 

The Ponce De Leon beats them all, 

For wealthy guests it has the call. 

Its grandeur and immensity 

Charms all with great intensity 

It dominates, also combines, 

A flowery court, green shrubs and vines, 

A fountain in the center plays 

An Arcade round the whole now lays. 

The grand hotel, the Alcazar 
Near by the Ponce De Leon there, 
The Cordona, and Zarayda 
Are marvels of the present day. 
A grand conception, there we find 
Beyond the ordinary mind. 
The Central Plaza is so grand 
That none excell it in the land. 

Then courts and lawns and lovely bow- 
ers 
Bedecked with ever blooming flowers, 
Of gorgeous beauty day by day. 
Tongue cannot tell nor pen portray. 



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Fort Marion, a Spanish scene, 
Is still in old St. Augustine. 
'Twas built in fifteen sixty-five. 
To keep the pioneers alive. 

And dungeons dark were made within. 
To lock their conquered captives in, 
Where many a brave man pined for years 
And died from sorrow, grief and tears. 
If those old walls could now report 
They'd tell of captives in that fort 
Who languished there, for many years 
And died of bitter grief and tears. 

The ancient gate can yet be seen, 
The entrance to St. Augustine, 
Which once was but an ancient fort 
But now a lovely spacious port. 
Immense stone posts, stand firm and tall, 
Flanked by two short coquina walls. 
Once guarded entrance from the land, 
A relic of the past they stand. 

A grand sea wall of much renown, 
Divides the water and the town. 
Its side the restless waters lave 
As on they roll in boisterous wave. 
'Tis four feet wide, its length one mile, 
A splendid promenade the while, 
Where lovers many walk and court, 
Its north end reaches to the fort. 

And Villa Flora, lovely scene. 
No finer in St. Augustine. 
To every artist's eye a balm, 
Bedecked around with royal palms. 
And King street is a lovely scene 
Of evergreens and flowers between, 
A charm for tourists from the north 
Who spend the winter in the south. 

The silken moss hangs all the while 
Responding to the zephyr's smile, 
Like angel wings, it fans the air 
And kisses throws at ladies fair. 
O, would it not be nice to go 
And leave behind the ice and snow, 
And dwell in that grand city there 
Where flowers are blooming all the year. 

Next is Daytona, grand retreat, 
Where many Northern tourists meet. 
On one arm of the Halifax 
And it nothing in beauty lacks, 
The Ormond and Daytona Beach. 
Are near resorts and soon you reach 
Sea Breeze upon the ocean shore 



Where you can view the water o'er. 

And there the ocean side you reach 
For thirty miles along the beach. , ^ 

'Tis hard and smooth and nothing lacks. 
For auto racing winter tracks. -* 

And many who would records lower 
Assemble on this ideal shore. ^ 

The east coast auto track is there 
As hard as asphalt all the year. 

Its width about three hundred feet. 
Length twenty miles, a track complete, 
Perfectly straight without a break, ^ 

Where many sports their money stake. ' 
This course has international fame, 
The fastest in the world they claim. i 

A grand club house upon the beach 
For comfort when this track you reach. ^ 

The next famous resort, Palm Beach, 
And when this lovely place you reach "^ 
Its beauties will enchant you more 
Than any you have seen before. 
Flagler, the multi-millionaire. 
Much money has expended there. ' 

He there his banner has unfurled 
And built the hotel of the world. 

The Royal Poinciana there 

So lovely and extremely fair, 

For guests ten hundred rooms to spare. 

Twelve hundred employees are there. ' 

Has sixteen hundred lamps in all 

And has eleven miles of hall, 

Four hundred sixty baths as well. 

And such is Flagler's grand hotel. 

That grand hotel in every part 
The climax of perfected art. 
Imagination's choicest dream. 
Immense, colossal and supreme, 
It's lovely walks and trees and flowers, 
A paradise of lovely bowers. 
Tongue cannot tell its beauties rare, 
Nor pen portray a scene so fair. 

Palm Beach presents a charm to me 
That in the north I cannot see 
Where cocoa nuts and palms are seen 
And trees and flowers are always green ; 
And when the avenue you reach 
From Poinciana to the Beach, 
Your heart will bound with pure delight , 
When you behold that lovely sight. 

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Adorned with lovely trees so sweet, 

- Where lovers promenade the while, 
The blissful hours to beguile, 
And Cupid follows with his dart 
And watches each and every heart, 

> And if true love they will defy 
He quickly lets his arrow fly. 

A grand pavilion on the beach 
Through that grand avenue you reach, 
•■ And there a lovely swimming pool 
Where you can learn to swim by rule. 

- i^lso the surf is close at hand 
Where you can walk out on the sand 

♦And take a bath when you are there 
At any time within the year. 

T'alm Beach is on a lovely bay, 

^ An island cuts it from the sea. 

*" East Palm Beach lies between the two. 
On that grand island tried and true. 

* ^'he warm gulf stream is near the coast. 
Of many homes this beach can boast, 
There's many lovely people there, 
And flowers blooming everywhere. 

Thirty-nine miles still south today 

Lies Miami on Biscayne Bay, 

The Magic City it is called; 

Its wondrous growth outstripped them 
all. 

Its location the southernmost 
-'Of all deep harbors on the coast, 

Its public buildings, banks are fine, 
'And all upon the modern line. 

-/The hotel Royal Palm doth lay 
Where you can view the sea and bay. 
..It dominates all else around. 
It is immense with lovely grounds. 
The cocoanuts and flowers fair, 
"> And palms are in abundance there. 
The groves of cocoanuts near by 
Are great attractions to the eye. 

-Fishing, boating, sailing, too. 

Are favorite pastimes there for you, 

- And such amusements will beguile. 
The nerves and stomach reconcile. 
At this point on the southern coast 

Of steamship lines they now can boast 
^To Nassau and Havana, too, 
They now run regular for you. 

" "The East coast railroad, a great boon 
Will be completed and in tune. 
By Henry Flagler, millionaire, 



Immense the sum expended there. 
It touches all the eastern coast, 
Its terminal and southern post 
Havana on the Cuban shore 
Where it may be extended more. 

From Miami to Key West shore 
In miles one hundred forty-four. 
Of that distance there's sixty miles 
Of track that rests on driven piles. 
The railroad runs across the keys. 
And on them it was built with ease, 
Four concrete viaducts, each one 
Is fifty feet across the span. 

On piers of rock they safely lie. 
And they are twenty-five feet high. 
The tracks above the waters rest 
Thirty-one feet unto its crest. 
Those viaducts will vessels pass 
Of almost any kind or class. 
And passageways twenty-five feet each 
In the embankments near the beach 

Are made for small boats and small 

craft 
As they go sailing fore and aft. 
A terminal system at Key West 
Is grand, and long will stand the test 
And packet steamers there will meet 
And take a train of cars complete 
Into Havana with the crew 
Those boats are built such work to do. 

From Miami to Cuba's shore 
A steamboat soon wafted me o'er. 
We had a wind that was not slow 
That rocked the vessel to and fro. 
Stopped at Key West an hour or more 
And there changed boats to carry us o'er. 
In thirty hours, weather fair, 
We reach Havana's harbor; there 

Wreck of the Maine we did descry 
As we that ship were passing by. 
It lies submerged as to its bulk, 
Except masts and part of the hulk, 
A sad reminder of the day 
When patriots of America 
Were fired with indignation's strain 
Against the treachery of Spain. 

I viewed the remnant of the Maine, 
From Moro Castle it was plain. 
The scene brought sadness and despair 
To see that grand old ship lie there, 
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For those brave heroes who there sleep, 
Whose fate all patriots deplore, 
With sorrow deep forevermore. 

Near by it Moro Castle stands 
In Fort Cabanas on the land. 
That Spanish fort you ought to see, 
A puzzle it to you would be. 
For when you traverse it inside 
You can't get out without a guide. 
The man whose brain conceived the 

plan. 
While under Spain's tyrannic ban 

Was put to death by barbarous Spain 
Lest others would the plan obtain. 
I viewed that lovely city o'er 
As it lay spread upon the shore. 
From Moro Castle I could view 
The city and the ocean, too. 
For architecture she now rates 
With our cities of the states. 

Such lovely parks I ne'er had seen 
With trees and flowers ever green ; 
And statuary— lovely bowers, 
With lovely palms, and shrubs and flow- 
ers. 
The ground was covered with cement. 
Its surface smooth where'er I went. 
The Prado is a lovely street, 
No finer one you e'er will meet. 

That street, the Prado, Cuba's pride. 
In width is really eight rods wide. 
Along the center all way through 
Are flower beds of every hue. 
And on each side the flower beds 
A track for footmen there is spread; 
Outside the tracks that footmen go 
A row of lovely trees do grow. 

Outside each row of trees today 
Two tracks for vehicles there lay. 
The finest street I ever saw. 
The lovely sight struck me with awe. 
And yet in Havana one meets 
Some very, very narrow streets, 
For all the space from side to side 
Will measure less than twelve feet wide. 

As to Havana's numerous throng 
She is two hundred thousand strong. 
Much style and beauty seem to be 
Among the aristocracy. 
Yet many poor who seemed to be 
As shiftless as a negro free, 



While some would linger 'neath the 

palms, 
Extend the hand and ask for alms. 

Havana is a city quaint, *** 

And every house made white with pamt. .< 

Most picturesque, it is quite clear, 

Found in the western hemisphere. 

Her streets and architectural cast '*^ 

Are models of a distant past, 

And much artistic work displays <# 

The handiwork of former days. 

But in a strict commercial way •? 

In active hustle, she today r,. 

Is modern and she will compete 

With northern cities that you meet. , 

In the Cathedral, massive, strong, * 

In which Columbus lay so long, 

I saw where his ashes had lain ♦• 

Before they were transferred to Spain. 

Her fine botanical display ^ 

I visited without delay, S 

Where all the trees and fruits and flow- 
ers, <s 
That grow in Cuba's fields and bowers 
And vegetation every kind 
That you in tropic covmtries find, 
Are in that lovely garden fair— 
You'll see them all if you go there. 

The business houses grand, complete, 
Have columns fine along the street. 
With roofs to cover sidewalk o'er. 
More grand than I had seen before, 
A metropolitan display 
That's absent in the north today. 
Fine residences there are found, 
With columned corches all around. 

Now much of Cuba yet is new, , 

Wild land is cheap and fertile, too, 
Her possibilities are great. 
Far more than I can estimate, 
For many kinds of tropic fruit 
The crop is sure and absolute. 
And citrous fruit of every brand 
Is native to that favored land. 

For agriculture it Is great. 

Excelling land within the states. 

If any man will persevere ' 

He can raise two crops every year. 

With winter crops he can supply 

Our market here at prices high. "^ 

And there live stock of every class 

The whole year live upon the grass. 




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Now any man who has the sand, 
A little cash to buy some land, 
Who will go there and go to work. 
And stick to it and never shirk. 
In ten years he will surely be 
'" An independent man and free ; 
Live on the profits he has won 
And hire all his labor done. 

Now much wild land is timbered there 
^ And if the land you want to clear 

The timber more than pays the bill, 

\i^our land is ready then to till. 

Mahogany and other wood, 
IfAnd ebony, exceeding good. 

And many woods that's superfine 
. X)o there abound, as well as pine. 

^ When Uncle Sam those Cubans tame 
' And stops their revolution game 

And Cuba sure enough is free 

' "She then a winter home will be, 

w A Mecca for each northern state 

Where they can go to recreate, 

And land will go to prices high, 

^^Itar out of sight to sell or buy. 

While in Havana I did stay 
I went sight-seeing every day. 
Many surprises there I found. 
In city and country around. 
I saw green corn six inches high, 
-' And green corn ready to lay by. 
While some in silk and roasting ear. 
And some were cribbing corn with care. 

At the hotel where I did stay, 

I ate green corn 'most every day, 

And on inquiry there I found 

"They have it there the whole year round. 

I left Havana on a boat 
V^'^nd gracefully she seemed to float. 

No storms did blow the waves to swell, 
^Twas lovely as a marriage bell. 

And when Miami we did reach 

I took the train for dear Palm Beach. 

^In Palm Beach soon I did arrive 
And found myself well and alive. 
While at Palm Beach I made my stay 
x' took a walk one lovely day 
And up and down the beach I strolled 

'While 'gainst the shore waves onward 
rolled. 

-y 

f gathered many shells while there 
And some with my dear friends did 
share. 



Then to Lake Helen, Florida, 

I came and there a month did stay 

At Hotel Webster did apply 

With Casadaga Camp near by. 

And many from the north were there 

To spend the cold part of the year 

To bask in sunny breezes fine 
And breathe the fragrance of the pine, 
Where flowers are profuse and fair 
And ever blooming all the year. 
Camp Casadaga's superfine. 
Upon a hill amongst the pine, 
Upon the bank of Spirit Lake, 
Where many winter homes do make. 

And Spirit Lake the camp near by 
Reflects the azure of the sky, 
Adorned with palmetto and pine 
The landscape there is superfine. 

it was fine to have a boat 
And on that lake to fish and float 
And daily on its banks to walk 
And often with the spirits talk. 

1 joined in pleasures of the day. 
To while the fleeting hours away, 
With many friends whom I met there 
In that dear land so bright and fair. 
When winter waned and lovely spring 
Had come, and birds began to sing 

I hied me north and ceased to roam 
And there enjoyed my dear old home. 



A RETROSPECTIVE VIEW OF 
LIFE. 

In childhood days the wheels of time 

Seem to be slowly rolling. 
As up to the mount of life we climb, 

To childhood inconsoling. 
For then a month seems like a year 

So slowly is its passing. 
We long for manhood to appear, 

And with it many blessings. 

When gladsome days of youth are 
near. 

We hail them as a treasure. 
And feel that we have naught to fear. 

Life will be full of pleasure. 
When middle age comes creeping on. 

With cares and sorrows thickly. 



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We feel the best of life is gone, 
And time is passing quickly. 

When old age comes with silver hair, 

And faltering steps appearing, 
Our loved ones have passed over 
there, 

The close of life is nearing; 
'Tis then the wheels of time roll fast. 

And life seems short and fleeting, 
We calmly look back o'er the past. 

Childhood and age seems meeting. 

This world is one great normal school. 

To fill our minds with knowledge, 
How to live by the golden rule, 

And enter heaven's college. 
But, if we spend our time in sin, 

And foolish earthly pleasures. 
With no credentials to pass in. 

We'll miss those heavenly treasures. 

Then let our words and acts insure. 

Incense with sweet aroma. 
That we may from earth's school se- 
cure 
A heavenly diploma. 
For when we enter heaven's gate. 
We'll need that great essential, 
Earth's school diploma there will rate 
As a first-class credential. 

— John Francis Myers. 
Age 76 years, Dec. 13, 1910. 



STICK TO THE FARM 

The man who owns a well kept farm. 
Is one who never has alarm, 
Nor dread of great financial loss. 
Nor that he can't be his own boss. 
Banks may suspend, or have to close, 
And struggle through financial throes, 
Factories may close, or workmen 

strike. 
When wages are not what they like. 

Merchants may fail for lack of brains, 
In buying stock that brings no gains. 
Mines may suspend, the lode run 

short. 
Or pay small profits from the start. 
Or if investments in the town. 
Your city buildings may burn down. 
But if you own good farming land, 
Your fortune will forever stand. 



A wise diversity of crop. 
Will prove a sure financial prop. 
If one should fail another hits. 
In the financial niche it fits. 
And thus the profits will be fair, 
Enough to eat and drink and wear, 
With reasonable financial care. 
Some luxuries with friends to share. 



Stick to the farm and you'll enjoy 
What panics never can destroy. 
And while you lie in peaceful sleep,, ,, 
The great I Am. your farm will keep. 
Before the year comes to an end, tf^ 
You'll have more leisure time to spend. 
Than men in any other trade, ^ 

And have a handsome living made. 

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THE POWER OF THE HUMAN" ^ 

WILL. 

The power of the human will is great. 
No obstacle can long withstand its "^^ 
force; 
Not long hast a determined will to 
wait. 
Opposing forces soon adopt it's 
course. 

No joy for which thy hungry soul hast 
striven. 
No cherished hope that good may 

come to thee. 
But if thou dost deserve it. 'twill' . 
be given, 
For with each earnest wish 'twill 
nearer be. 

■■--fM 

The blessing thou dost crave in silence } 

waits, 
Tho' in the distance and unseen it 

be, 
If to thy soul's desire it relates, 
Live worthy, call it, and 'twill come 

to thee. 

Then brother set thy moral beacon^ ■ 
high, , 

And steer thy life boat straight to 
reach the goal, _ 1 

Unswerving, thou wilst reach it by-jp 
and by, 
'Twill bring great joy and pleas- 
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THERE IS NO EXCELLENCE 
WITHOUT LABOR 

' There's many men who could ad- 
vance, 
Who think this is a world of chance, 
Who wait for fortune, luck, or fate. 
To make them wealthy, wise and 

great. 
And with no effort on their part. 
For wealth or literature or art, 
[\ But plod their way from day to day. 
Wishing good luck to come their 
way. 

J., The man who reaches fortune's goal, 
Must have the courage in his soul, 
To plan MMth a determined will. 
And strive and work his plans to 
fill. 
" If slow at first be not dismayed, 
Work to increase the progress made, 
With increased vigor onward press. 
Determined to achieve success. 
No man has won an honored name, 
or reached the pinnacle of fame, 
ithout great effort on his part, 
Of soul and body and the heart. 
He every effort must put forth. 
And show the world his actual 

worth, 
The world his efforts will repay. 
Success is sure to come his way. 



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MY VIOLIN 



My sweet old violin. 
My heart and purse did win, 
I gladly took it in, 
When first we met. 

Friend Slason brought it here, 
When first it did appear. 
And it my heart doth cheer. 
With music yet. 

When first the bow I drew, 
On this grand prize so new, 
'Twas eighteen fifty-two, 
I it did meet. 

It thrills me when I play. 
With pleasure night or day, 



It's voice my heart doth sway, 
With music sweet. 

Whene'er I make the bow 
Glide lightly to and fro. 
My heart will overflow, 
With love divine. 

It's music sweet, appears, 
Enchanting to my ears, 
With bliss and joy it cheers, 
This heart of mine. 

The lulling sounds doth seem. 
Like ripples of a stream. 
They haunt me when I dream, 
With tunes of old. 

And echoes low and sweet, 
Like angels when they meet. 
Make music with their feet, 
On streets of gold. 

When pleasure is my guest. 
In South or East or West. 
Of friends it is the best, 
When far away. 

My violin indeed, 
Has been a friend in need, 
Of sorrow I am freed, 
When it I play. 



BE KIND TO OLD TRILBY 

Be kind to old Trilby, my good old 
brown mare, 
For she is so kind and so true, 
And when she is asked in our labor 
to share 
That she's always ready to do. 
And when I hitch her to take a nice 
drive. 
She needs not a whip or a spur. 
But to make a good three minute gait 
she will strive. 
And she makes rapid strides to get 
there. 

And when there's a rail road crossing 
near 
She will sharpen her ear and her ey«.. 
If she finds that the train is almost 
there. 
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But if in the distance the train is heard 

And she knows she has time to get 

past. 

She will dart across like a fleet winged 

bird 

In a style and a gait that's first class. 

Your automobiles have no charm for 
me, 
They incur an enormous expense. 
And when you ride out your dear 
friends to see, 
It displays not the kast bit of sense. 
For when you approach an embank- 
ment or creek. 
Unless you are watchful and skilled, 
You'll have to be watchful, your own 
safety seek, 
Or ten chances to one you'll be 
killed. 

Then give me old Trilby, she's trusty 
and true, 
And will stop anywhere at my word, 
If I tell her I want her to faster go, 

She is off, and as fleet as a bird. 

Then feed Trilby well on the best you 

can find 

Of the grain on the market today. 

And her oats and corn have the miller 

to grind, 

Also feed her the best of the hay. 

For she'll marvel much at cheap, 
shoddy food 
Like wheat bran and corn husks and 
straw. 
Hence, I want Trilby's food to be first 
class and good, 
For her conduct is free from a flaw. 
Then give me old Trilby, she's trusty, 
you know, 
And will stop anywhere at my word. 
And if I should tell her to faster go. 
She is off and as fleet as a bird. 



TO MY COUNTRY. 

O, My Country, land of freedom, 
From oppression stay thy hand, 

But the weak and struggling nations 
Who are worthy, by them stand. 

Every land, oppressed and weary 
Of the tyrant's rule today. 



And their pathway dark and dreary, 
Tell them of the righteous way. 

Feed them on the bread of kindness. 
Teach them glorious freedom's laws, 

Recognize their efforts early, 

Help them study freedom's cause. 

Thy grand birthright do not barter 

To extend thy power afar. 
Lest thou to maintain thy charter 

Should incur a bloody war. 

Conquered isles, thou dost not need 
them, 
God thy destiny did mould. 
Thou art blessed with glorious free- 
dom, 
Wrenched from tyrant kings of old. 

Let the nations old and hoary 

Press their conquests, held with 
blood; 

Thou canst show the world thy glory, 
Teach them laws for human good. 



THE SERPENT'S TONGUE. 

The man or woman old or young, 
Whose mouth contains a serpent's 

tongue. 
Will tattle up and down the street, 
Backbiting everyone they meet. 
With poisonous words will try to 

brand 
And smear the worthiest in the land. 
And sneer at all who dare compete 
And will not worship at their feet. 

You often hear them hint at things, 
Tell it in shrugs and whisperings. 
While scheming, with their utmost 

power 
Their neighbor's credit to devour. 
Those who their tongues cannot con- 
trol, 
Are cursed with such a poisonous 

soul. 
Should be confined within a cell 
Where none will hear the lies they tell 

The precepts of the golden rule 
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That children may be taught while 

young 
The evils of a tattling tongue, 
That when another's faults they see 
They should view them with charity; 
Withhold the dregs of slander's cup, 
And try with love to lift them up. 



LOVE EACH OTHER. 

O, if all would love each other 

As well as each one loves himself, 
And would treat each as a brother, 

And get honestly his pelf, 
Then this world would be a heaven, 

And of untold happiness. 
And the best that e'er was given, 

And each would all others bless. 

O, if each word was a kind one. 

And if every frown a smile. 
Such a world you could not find one. 

Though you'd hunt a good long 
while. 
O, if everyone was jolly, 

Peace and joy and pleasure sought, 
All the tears and melancholy 

Very soon would be forgot. 

And if brother spake to brother 

As true love demands of all. 
And envy and malice smother 

Toward each one. erreat and small. 
If all those grand traits were given 

And those blessings came to pass, 
O, this world would be a heaven. 

Peace and joy forever last. 



NEVER BE DISCOURAGED. 

When fortune frowns upon you, 

And everything looks blue. 

It does no good to worry 

And nothing try to do. 

It does no good bewailing 

Mistakes that you have made. 

Or counting up your losses. 

And paths in which you've strayed. 

It does no good declaring 
That others are to blame, 
For he who blames his comrades 
Is apt to share the same. 



And weeping never helps you, 
It irritates your nerves, 
But face all things with courage, 
It best your purpose serves. 

Cheer up, my brother pilgrim, 
Be a courageous man, 
If you were not successful 
Get up and try again. 
And if you meet affliction 
With courage bold, then try. 
Success will crown your efforts 
With pleasure, by and by. 



THERE IS NO DEATH. 

There is no death. The spirit hies, 
To other spheres doth soar, 

To join the great celestial throng 
And dwell for evermore. 

There is no death, The earth, the 
seed, 

When moistened by the showers, 
Will turn to golden grain or fruit, 

Or lovely tinted flowers. 

There is no death. The leaves may 
fall. 

Wither and soon decay. 
They bide their time through winter's 

thrall 

And wait the coming May. 

There is no death. The atom small. 

The life of all we see 
Is part and parcel of them all 

'Twill ever live and be. 

There is no death. 'Tis only change 
To seek some other form; 

Dame Nature laws did so arrange 
With her resistless charm. 

And spirit's wishing to converse 

Around us often tread, 
For all the boundless universe 

Is life. There is no dead. 



RUINED BY DRINK. 

I knew a bright and handsome youth, 

Unsullied was his name. 
He wandered from the paths of truth 

And found both death and shame. 



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When warned by friends of danger in 
All whiskey, wine and beer, 

And drinking, an immoral sin, 
He turned a listless ear. 

He^ said, I'll ne'er a drunkard be, 
^ I'll always stop and think, 
I'll not resign my liberty 
To never take a drink. 
But one drink for another called, 

As always is the case. 
That bright youth soon became en- 
thralled 
In rum's sure death embrace. 

A few brief years of want and woe, 

While loved ones o'er him sighed, 
He went the road all drunkards go, 

And without hope he died. 
Oh youths and men, a warning take. 

Drink whiskey, wine nor beer, 
Not even for your best friend's sake, 

Tho urged by one most dear. 

To friends and God a promise make, 

Thou'lt ne'er become a thrall, 
To drink that will intoxicate, 

And cause you thus to fall. 
For he who drinks is sure to slip. 

In degradation's mire. 
When held by rum's relentless grip. 

He seldom will rise higher. 



THE EFFECT AND VALUE OF A 
SMILE. 

There's nothing more potential that 

makes life worth the while, 
That costs so little, wins so much, as 

does a pleasant smile. 
The smile, an index of the heart, from 

love intensely felt. 
Will drive all angry thoughts away, 

the hardest heart 'twill melt. 

There is no room for sorrow when we 

meet a pleasant smile, 
It cheers the heart of everyone and is 

never out of style. 
With influence beyond compute, with 

many blessing blent 
It soothes our sorrows, calms our 

fears and does not cost a cent. 

It cheers and charms the fainting 
heart, our courage will renew, 



Dim^es our cheeks and gives us 

strength to paddle our own 

canoe. 
It pays Us compound interest on every 

smile that's lent, 
It is a grand investment and it does 

not cost a cent. 

And then it comes so easy with no 
effort on your part; 

If practiced it will give to you a sym- 
pathetic heart. 

'Tis born of true affection, it your 
sorrows will beguile, 

It sweetens life upon the way, to ever 
wear a smile. 

It is the emblem of the soul endowed 

from courts above, 
Its source a sympathetic heart imbued 

with sweetest love. 
Then smile dear friends, forever smile, 

it always brings content, 
It is your best investment and it does 

not cost a cent. 

December 9, 1910. 



DECEMBER. 



The trees have shed their leaves of 

green, ' 

The sky obscured and drear. 
Presents a misty, gloomy scene, 

With meadows brown and sere. 

The drops of mist hang on the blades 
And shine like brilliant gems. 

The roses droop their blushing heads. 
Bedecked with diadems. 

The gloomy scene impresses me. 
That, like the flowers that bloom, 

In winter of our lives we'll see '\ 

December days of gloom. 

And like the flowers pass away, 

Hidden from human sight. 
To bloom again on some sweet day 

In mansions of delight. 

The flowers droop their lovely heads 
From frost and chilling rain. 

In spring they burst their winter beds. 
In beauty bloom again. 



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THE OLD PEAR TREE. 

A pear tree on the county farm, 
A great surprise to me today, 
" When full of fruit presents a charm, 
To all who chance to pass that way. 
'Tis in the garden, free from harm, 
And none so old I chance to know, 
When Father first improved the farm 
'Twas planted, seventy years ago. 

It measures now six feet around, 
k I measured it when I was there, 
Measured two feet above the ground. 
It then was hanging full of pears. 
The Superintendent, my friend Karr, 
, Measured the crop the year before. 
He informed me 'twas up to par, 
And seventy-five bushels or more. 

Now, horticulturists of today, 
. Is not that tree superbly grand 
Surpassing any fruit display 
Oi any pear tree in the land. 
Now if the boasted Sudduth pear 
Of my friend, Augustine, today 
Can beat that grand old pear tree 

there. 
Then I no more on pears will say. 

Now to all men I wish to say, 

Select for propagation here 

Long lifed varieties, I pray. 

That bounteous crops of fruit will 

bear. 
For every time I chance to see 
That grand old pear tree standing 

there 
> I think how very nice 'twould be 
To propagate that grand old pear. 



SUNSHINE AND SHADOWS 

When glorious sunshine crowns the 

day 
With golden gleams, illumes the way 
With radiant charms, the grand dis- 
play 
Fills every heart with pleasure. 

But when the golden sunshine's fled 
A sable shade o'er earth is spread. 
Then sadness c^mes in pleasJure's 
stead, 
With gloom beyond all measure. 



If you make shadows in your heart. 
By acts and words make others smart. 
The sunshine from you will depart, 
'Twill grief and sadness bring you. 

Then shame and sorrow will come 

next, 
And you will daily be perplexed, 
And worried with yourself and vexed. 
And retribution sting you. 

But, if you want sunshine in you, 
Do right in everything you do, 
Be honest, just, be kind and true. 
Then true sunshine will bless you. 

If you are good and true and wise. 
With no deceit and no disguise, 
And evil acts and words despise. 
No shadows will distress you. 

Then let the glorious sunshine beam 
Within your heart, a radiant gleam. 
And fill you with its golden stream, 
'Twill bless and cheer you ever. 

Let sunshine gleam like gems of art, 
From love's sweet promptings of 

your heart. 
Then gloom and shadows will depart 
And joy be thine forever. 

If dire misfortune should you curse. 
Look up, do not your trouble nurse. 
But feel that it might have been worse. 
Could not have been prevented. 

Then on the bright side look with joy; 
It will your troubles soon destroy. 
And you will life and health enjoy. 
Be happy and contented. 



FOLLOW CHRIST, THO HE BE 
GOD OR MAN 

Since man made his advent, quite 
checkered his story, 
From Adam to Christ had no true 
moral force. 
His life was precarious, and vain was 
his glory, 
His life a delusion and downward 
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For four thousand years very slow his 
progression, 
For he through the ages had no 
guiding star, 
His course through the ages oft times 
retrogression, 
His beacon light shining through 
bloodshed and war. 

Till lo! in Bethlehem, — land of Judea, 
An infant was born, and his banner 
unfurled. 
His mission was love, and his central 
idea 
A foundation laid for a civilized 
world, 
His precepts were grand, and the best 
ever given 
To guide and direct a poor sin- 
stricken world, 
And since that glad day many millions 
have striven 
To follow his footsteps, with banner 
unfurled. 

Those precepts have transformed a 
world of oppression 
And taught the world, man has an 
inherent right. 
And marked out a civilized path of 
progression, 
Till peace is our slogan and looming 
in sight. 
And yet skeptics say Christ was only 
a human, 
No judge sent from heaven our 
conduct to scan. 
That he was no Savior tho he was a 
true man, 
That life after death was ne'er 
vouchsafed to man. 

Then since His grand precepts have 
wrought such great blessings. 
And wild heathen nations have 
tamed by their sway, 
Whom many fine civilized traits are 
possessing, 
'Tis better we follow those precepts 
today. 
No life was more fine and no man ever 
better, 
No pattern more perfect than Christ 
left for man, 
Then we should regard other teaching 
a fetter 
And live by those precepts as near 
as we can. 



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Now if he was human like us, and no 

Savior, ^ 

His life an example for us e'er will 
be. ,' 

Then let us be like Him in all our' 
behavior, 
And set an example for others to 
see. 
For if we Him follow through every 
temptation. 
And in His grand precepts we strict 
ly confide, 

Tho Savior or not, we'll have God's,-<L 

approbation \" 

And with that great teacher in hea- (i 

ven abide. l 

For all of our acts and our thoughts J 
are recorded i. 

And printed on tablets, a part of"** 
the soul. 
When done with this life we will thentjj 
be rewarded, j 

His followers then will all reachk ** 
heaven's goal; 
And as they progress they will then be ^ 
promoted. 
And raised to a station of higher 
degree; 
All those who are to sacred duty de- 
voted 7 
Will soon reach perfection and then 1^ 
like Him be. rf 

WHEN TO ANSWER NO. ,1 

O youths of freedom's glorious land, I 

Life's journey to pursue, ^ 

Select for life a business, 

Congenial unto you. 
Profession, trade or commerce 

In either one you go, 
H tempted oft to change it 

Let your answer be No. 

Commence to study while you're 
young 

And learn its lessons well. 
Learn its details in every part, 

Then in it you'll excell. 
Though you at times may suffer loss 

And things seem going slow. 
When tempted sore to change your 
line, 

Then firmly answer. No. 

Let every youth resolve to be 
To others kind and true. 



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For angels will record your words 
-. And acts that you may do. 

And when from truth and virtue's path 

You're tempted hard to go, 
3e brave, O youth, and never swerve, 
, And firmly answer. No. 

Let every youth, resolve in truth 
.► His rule of life shall be, 

To shun intoxicating drinks, 

» No matter what the plea. 
/If so called friends conspire to lead, 
\ To you false kindness show, 
yAsk you to be debased by drink, 
^ Be firm and answer. No. 

' Let every youth resolve to live 
j^ An honest, upright life. 

And give to every man his due, 
,^*- No matter what the strife. 

Should avarice or envy tempt 

You to injustice show, 
"kenew your pledge, new courage takfe, 
k And firmly answer, No. 

Let every youth make firm resolve, 
» In pledges firm and true, 
To never bet on games of chance, 

Nothing in them for you. 
When Satan tempts you thus to steal, 
, And stoop to acts so low. 
When would be thieves do thus appeal. 

Be honest,-^answer. No. 

} Let every youth be faithful to 
^ His pledges during life. 

The pledges to yourself you made, 
j To others and your wife. 
'.'When trials sorely tempt you hard 

, In error's path to go, 
.Recount thy former pledges o'er, 
^-' Be brave and answer. No. 



WASTE NO TIME. 

"O youths of the land, cease thy 

< thoughtless devotion 

'** To vain fleeting pleasures, those 

robbers of time; 
*They charm and impress thee with 

false luring notions. 
With hypnotic influence oft leading 

to crime. 
, For youth is the time to prepare for 

the future. 
And lay the foundation for fortune 

and fame. 



And every dear youth, as a progres- 
sive creature, 
Should improve their time and ac- 
complish the same. 

For time waits for no man, to loiter 
and tarry. 
And bask in vain pleasures, time's 
pleading to spurn. 
Altho thou may strive those vain 
pleasures to carry, 
All youthful days wasted will never 
return. 
Each life giving pulse makes tliy life 
by one shorter. 
And each passing day makes thy 
days number less. 

Be not to vain pleasures a slave and a 
martyr. 
But use every hour thy future to 
bless. 

The mind of the youth is a clean sheet 
of paper. 
Beware, thoughtless youth, what 
thou essay to write. 
And never write what thou willst re- 
gret later. 
For time makes a record of what 
thou indite. 
Thy acts and thy words on thy mind 
are recorded 
And then it is photographed on thy 
dear soul. 
And when in the spheres, thou willst 
there be rewarded. 
According to estimates made on the 
whole. 

If time has been spent for thy finan- 
cial standing, 
To better thy life in a true moral 
way. 
And thou love and charity's work 
been expanding. 
Then thou will be blest in that eter- 
nal day. 
But if in the balance thy life is found 
wanting. 
Thy dwelling will be in a sphere far 
below, 
Where thou, one by one, thy own sins 
will be counting. 
Progression thy motto as thou up- 
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THAT GLASS OF BEER. 



That glass that's seen upon the bar 
By youths and men who enter there, 
When filled brim full of lager beer, 
It causes many a bitter tear. 

The man who toils throughout the day 
When evening comes receives his pay, 
Should shun that glass with fervent 

will 
And never call to have it filled. 

For in it lurks a poison mild 
That's ruined many a mother's child, 
Gave them a taste for stronger drink, 
Which causes millions oft to sink. 

When tempted by that poisonous beer, 
Just stop and think with awe and fear, 
How near you are to ruin's door, 
Then shun that glass for evermore. 

Beware of that vile serpent fair 
That stings all who may enter there. 
With poisonous venom, slow but sure. 
To drink again he them will lure. 

And when you're ruined, lost your 

will, 
He will with drink your body kill 
And send your soul in hell to pass, 
Beware, O youth, of that beer glass. 



WHERE ARE OUR BELOVED 
DEAD. 

Alone I sit in the gloaming 

And my thoughts have taken flight. 
Away to the silent city. 

Where we laid away from sight 
The dear bodies of our loved ones, 

When the spirit took its flight 
To bright mansions, in that some- 
where 

Where 'tis beautiful and bright. 

And they often come to greet us 

In the day and in the night, 
And they listen to our music 

In which they take great delight. 
And they guard us in our slumbers, 

Through the night till break of day. 
And they go and kindly guard us, 

As we travel on our way. 



O, 'tis sweet to be remembered 

By the loved ones gone before. 
For they often leave their mansions 

On that bright and shining shore, 
And devote their time in planning 

For the good of you and me. 
That our future will be brighter 

In the days that are to be. 



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MY OLD ELM TREE. 

In the grand county of McLean 

And State of Illinois, 
Where once I spent my childho 
days. 

Had many childhood joys. 
The orchard with its golden fruit. 

And grove around it grew, 
Were planted by my Father's hand, 

Just seventy years ago. 



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The spring that gushed a constant 
stream 

Of water clear and sweet. 
Where oft in summer we repaired, 

To drink and bathe our feet, 
Was in the valley near the stream 

Called Sugar Creek, you know, 
Where oft we played upon its banks. 

Sixty-eight years ago. <■ 

One object of interest to me 

That all delight to see, 
I planted in my boyhood days, 

'Tis now a grand old tree. 
With spreading branches far and wido - 

With trunk immense, you know. 
Eleven feet around, since set. 

Sixty-two years ago. TT 

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When planted 'twas a scion small. 

Not more than four feet high, 
A little tiny elm sprout. 

But storms it did defy. 
It seems that God my efforts blest ^ 

That tree so fast did grow, ••-, 

'Twas e'er the county bought the farm. 

Sixty-two years ago. , 

That grand old tree in splendor stands 

Upon the county farm. 
It is the monarch of the place. 

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nd when I view its majesty 

1 joy and sorrow know, 

think of dear ones who dwelt there 

^ixty-two years ago. 

nd other friends and neighbors dear, 

Who dwelt on farms around, 
,^ho now remain no longer there, 

Their bodies underground. 

-^t one is left to tell the tale 
^Of all we used to know, 

\e scenes of pioneer times, 
y^ixty-two years ago. 
k 

lesson it presents to me 

1 never will forget, 
hat life on earth is but a span 
-iWith many snares beset; 
nat we should put our trust in Him 

Who rules the earth and sky, 
7)d thus to build a mansion fair 

Where we shall never die. 

December 14th, A. D. 1910. 



THE GOLDEN RULE. 

'je best knowledge in any school 
knowledge of the Golden Rule, 
teaches you to others do 

s you would have them do to you. 

all the world that rule would heed 
^would be a glorious world indeed, 
nd all mankind thereby be blest, 
id this a world of happiness. 

'^hat grand rule we all would heed, 
iar penal laws we would not need, 
ur legislators could resign, 
nd courts no more assess a fine. 

It learned that rule from one who 
► gave 

is life this wicked world to save, 
pd nothing better e'er was given, 
y man on earth or God in heaven. 

here is a land in spheres above, 
^here all is ruled by laws of love, 
he precepts taught there in the 

school 
re based upon the golden rule. 



When we pass to that land above 
Where all are ruled by laws of love, 
We will be students of the school 
That teaches us the Golden Rule. 

Then let us all be on our guard 
In every act and deed and word. 
And heed the precepts of that school, 
Live strictly by the Golden Rule. 



THANKSGIVING. 

When golden Autumn's balmy days 

Have shorter, colder grown. 
And nature dons a dreamy haze. 

Wild geese have southward flown; 
And when the corn is gathered in, 

And fruits so fair to see. 
Potatoes all are in the bin. 

Then we should thankful be. 

And when our eflforts have been blest 

In literature and art. 
And many blessings do attest 

That God hath done his part. 
We never, never, should forget 

He's with us till the last, 
And should be very thankful yet, 

For blessings of the past. 

For we are one grand brotherhood 

And from oppression free. 
Where laws are made for human good 

For life and liberty. 
And if we trust in God's command 

And ever faithful be. 
He faithfully will by us stand 

And never from us flee. 



A MEMORIAL HALL. 

My parents came to old McLean in 

eighteen thirty-five. 
When I was only ten months old, but 

very much alive. 
The prairies were unoccupied and 

robed in grasses green. 
The groves in their primeval state, it 

was a lovely scene. 
A few small farms around the groves, 

all else was vast and wild. 
And with this country I grew up, 

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I knew at sight most every man who 

dwelt in old McLean, 
In memory their pleasant faces still 

with me remain. 
The incidents and scenes of yore to 

me are very dear 
And those old friends I loved so well, 

those early pioneers, 
Are photographed within my mind on 

memory's pages bright, 
And it would be a pleasure sweet, a 

source of great delight, 
To see a grand memorial hall, in dear 

old Bloomington 
And placed within its sacred walls for 

those who fame have won. 
Memorials of honor due, befitting 

their career 
To every loyal patriot son, that Hall 

would be most dear. 

And in that Hall we should preserve, 

the relics of the past. 
To educate posterity, as long as time 

shall last. 
The relics of the pioneers should there 

have ample room. 
That they may be in perfect state, in 

ages yet to come. 
Now loyal sons of old McLean, whose 

hearts with love are thrilled 
I feel our money will go free that 

, sacred hall to build, , 

That we may long perpetuate the 

things of early days, 
The struggles of the pioneers, the 

crude primeval ways. 

The statues of our honored dead in 
that grand hall of fame. 

We should install to honor and per- 
petuate their name, 

The names of early pioneers, and all 
, our soldiers bold, , 

We should engrave upon its walls in 
letters bright as gold. 

That hall will be a sacred place where 
all can oft repair, 

And view those loved and sacred 
things, to memory so dear. 

Then let us make that sacred hall a 
source of sacred joys. 

An honor to dear old McLean, and 
dear old Illinois. 



MY SEVENTY-SIXTH BIRTHDA' 

December 13, 1910. \ 

I'm seventy-six years old today { 
And many pleasures come my way, I 
My path is laid in pleasant lines ' 
And every circumstance combines 
My former troubles to destroy <'i< 
And make my life a source of joy. 
For one with kind and loving waySj 
Doth bless my life with pleas^ 
days, 



For cruel fate in years gone by, j' 
So many troubles did supply 
That happiness seemed to depart 
And leave a lonely aching heart. 
Dear friends were taken, one by 
Until death's cruel work was don< 
They all passed to their spirit home 
And left me to in sorrow roam, cj 



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Financially I have been blessed, g 
When I with honest efforts pressed! 
My claims on nature's bounteous sto^ 
God blessed my efforts o'er and o'er 
And now in my declining days 
I thank, and in my heart I praise, 
Him, for his kind and loving care i 
For me and mine while we are here*? 

For he with care instructed me 
To follow nature's just decree, 
And never break Dame Nature's la^ 
For trouble comes from that sar] 

cause. 
And I have thus prolonged my days 
By temperate habits, careful W!^ 
Four brothers and four sisters, He 
With many blessings gave to me. 

In health and strength m years goii 

by. 
They all were favored more than I, 
They all have passed to spirit life 1 
And left me here with my dear wii 
To you, dear friend, I wish to say ^ 
That I would not be here today 
But for the temperate way I liveijL 
That always health and vigor give. 

I drink no whiskey, beer nor win 
And when I sit me down to dine i 
I eat no pickles nor preserves, ' 
Nor sour kraut to tax my nerves, 
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nd very little that is sweet. 
'L)acco is a curse indeed 
lever use the filthy weed. 

cad on, and you quite soon will see 

hat I am faring sumptuously, 

resh milk I take that's good and 

sweet, 
d „oft boiled eggs instead of meat, 
^»h well boiled rice or graham mush, 
^h good ripe fruit my stomach flush, 
ysn beans and peas and celery 
y vegetables enough for me. 
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id when I work I'm careful, too, 
i^t I may never over do, 
''len in the open air I stay 
Vess according to the day. 
.ree times a day I always dine 
id go to bed at eight or nine, 
li'en in the morning I arise, 
lake my daily exercise. 

e thus should live to ward oflf ills 
's better far than doctor's pills, 
brings good health, prevents much 

pain, 
ikes body strong and clears the 
' brain. 

5 good for children, man and wife, 
a lengthens much the thread of 
) life, 
kes strong the youth, protects the 

sage, 
a keeps them for a ripe old age. 



'^ CANDIDATE FOR OFFICE. 

! man who is a candidate, 

te ready to accomodate. 

!1 often hail you on your way 

:h a good morning or good day, 

1 then will signal you to stop, 

n ask you all about your crop, 

,1 also ask about your health, 

J if you're prospering in wealth. 

n pat you on the back and say, 
1 glad I met you, sir, today," 
if elected to the place 
1 seldom ever see his face. 
3 his office you should stroll 



To meet that real, congenial soul, 
He oft will knit his brow and say 
"I'm very busy, sir, today." 

"I happen not to know your name, 
Nor who you are nor whence you 

came, 
I find I have some special work, 
ril turn you over to my clerk." 
Then whispers to himself this word, 
"I've no talk for the common herd." 
O, God, if we on our part 
Could read each vain deceitful heart. 

'Twould be a remedy for sin. 

And we would not be taken in 

By wily scoundrels of today, 

Who live and strive to beat their way. 

And travel in the paths of sin 

To a dishonest living win. 

O give us light that we may be 

Prepared for every emergency. 



DON'T BE TOO PERT. 

Don't be too pert and insolent, 

For surely if you do, 
Some man quite full of discontent 

Might press his fist to you. 
He'll know the laws of motion 

Both fixed and changeless are. 
And if he takes a notion 

You're due to get a jar. 

He'll feel himself quite fortunate 

And think he has a call. 
And he will be importunate 

And have sufficient gall 
To spoil a pretty face for you. 

And force you to the wall. 
And boldly put his mark on you. 

As you pass through the hall. 

So don't be dumb, be wide awake. 

Don't give this brute a chance. 
For if good care you do not take 

He'll see it at a glance. 
If once he sees you have no nerve 

You'll be his prey, beware, 
Lest you will get what you deserve 

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TRAIN A BOY IN THE WAY HE 
SHOULD GO 

A boy who reads immoral books 

And from restraint is free 
Will oft consort with thieves and 
crooks, 

Thus shape his destiny. 
He will on Sunday loaf the street 

Or fall in with a chum, 
And jostle every guy they meet, 

And then go on a bum. 

He'll seek the circus every time, 

The theater as well, 
And when he gets an extra dime 

He'll on it cut a swell. 
Then have your boy trained in a 
school 

Whose teaching is all pure. 
That teaches him the golden rule; 

Good books for him procure. 

See that his company is good, 

Live strictly to this rule. 
Take him to church for mental food 

And to the Sunday School. 
Then when those boys are full grown 
men 

You'll realize the truth 
That each the road will travel then, 

He traveled in his youth. 



WHEN I WAS A LITTLE BOY 

When I was but a little boy. 
It used to fill my heart with joy, 
To hear my parents tell the ways, 
Of people in their childhood days, 
How women used to milk the cows, 
Men plowed with wooden mould 

board plows, 
And drove their horses with one line. 
And knew no better, thought it fine. 

And cut their corn stalks with a hoe, 
/.nd picked them up by hand you 

know, 
And women spun the flax and wool. 
And wove into nice cloth the whole. 
Then cut and made the garments fair. 
All that the family had to wear. 
The thing that tickles me the most. 
To know those early days are past. 



And now for every work is seen 
/\ spanking, dandy new machine. 'V* 
And dear old Grandpa used to tell i 
How he could dance and swim so w^f' 
And all his comrades could out-run., 
And with the girls had lots of fun. "- 
When we grew up, now don't you see 
How things have changed for you aqH 
me. J^ 

Our plows had wheels, were made 

ride, 
From bright steel mould boards, d^ 

would slide, \j. 

And we had buggies new and brigCTj 
To ride in, any day or night. .=, 

You know we liked so very much. / ^4^ 
To take our best girl out to churc«< 
But Grandpa took his girl of cour^,/ 
Behind him on his saddle horse. '^ 



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When I look in the glass 'tis true,-| 
I find I'm in an old class too. / 

My jetty locks have turned to gray^ 
My youthful days have passed away. 
I find that like my parents dear, ^ 
My days are full of watchful care. 
And oft I dream and with a sigh, 
I wish for youthful days gone hy. J^ 

But when I pause and meditate. 
And think of this fast age of latej 
I'm glad that I have lived to see. 
This nation's great prosperity. 
'Tis sweet to live in this fast age. 
For one like me a spry old sage, 
And see the wondrous works of m« 
That never had been thought of the 

Of parents we are far ahead. 
We're better clothed and better fed!J 
We have so much that's good, 

fine, Y 

For childhood days we should nl 

pine, 
But strive to live a life so good,| 
That all in our own neighborhood,! 
Will reverence and love us too, ^ 
And any kindness for us do. 

We then will feel 'tis sweet to liv#| 
And also sweet for friends to givt| 
But I more pleasure do receive. 
When I some other's wants relieve. 
It gives me joy to feel and know 
That I've relieved another's woe, 
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READ NO IMMORAL LITERA- 

^ TURE 

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i')f you will but investigate 

The science of the mind 
You then can better estimate 

The facts that you will find. 
For every sight and every act 

That with your eyes you see, 
^d every thought, will be a fact 

To shape your destiny. 



^^^hen what you read, upon the whole, 

Its teaching will impress 
Upon the tablet of your soul, 

To curse, you, or to bless. 
\nd every sight that you may see, 
,. Tho it be bad or good, 
Jpon your mind impressed will be 

'Twill be your mental food. 

Then if you read immoral books. 

And relish what you read, 
Associate with thieves and crooks 

Your mind and soul to feed, 
You'll sear your conscience, lose your 
pride, 

Despise those who are good. 
lie swallowed by the evil tide 

Of dire perdition's flood. 

But if good books you always read. 

And keep good company, 
To all good acts and words give heed 
* 'Twill rule your destiny, 
"jhen you'll appreciate all good, 
i Despise all sin and crime, 
MOod literature your mental food, 
'i Your thoughts will be sublime. 



uggestion is the entering wedge 

That often leads to crime. 
And evil books tear down the hedge 

That good has built with time. 
And if you e'er commit a crime 

'Tis sure to be in line 

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^ith what you've seen, or read some 
time 

Not from your own design. 
The soldier oft in battles rife, 

With carnage, blood and war 
Where comrades fall amidst the strife 

And cannons loudly roar. 



Becomes familiar with the dead. 
Death's horrors pass away, 

Of death he has no further dread. 
His foes he loves to slay. 

So what you see and read remains, 

Though it be false or true, 
'Tis photographed upon your brains 

Becomes a part of you. 
Environments and what you read 

And what you think you know, 
Becomes a part of you, indeed. 

It's seed you're sure to sow. 



Says one, "My conscience is the power 

In every mental fight. 
The star in every trying hour 

That guides me to the right." 
Nay! conscience education's child 

Quite often will deceive. 
And lead you into errors wild 

'Twill guide as you believe. 

O God, willst thou guide every youth 

Impress them to beware 
And seek for nothing but the truth 

And in its blessings share. 
O parents see that every child 

Has moral books to read; 
That their young minds be not defiled. 

By books profane, indeed. 

Then brother, sister, maid and youth, 

Beware what books you read. 
Seek clean morality, and truth. 

To all things good give heed. 
Then peace of mind will be your lot, 

Your conscience will be clear. 
And you'll have neither sin nor blot. 

When you get over there. 



THINGS THAT LIVE FOREVER 

The good, the pure, the words of 
cheer 

That give us joy in youth. 
The good influence we impart. 

The thoughts of love and truth. 
The yearnings of the heart for love. 

That loving friends can give. 
The striving after better things, — 

These things shall ever live. 



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The generous hand stretched forth to 
aid 

And save misfortune's child; 
And words of cheer in grief's dark 
hour 

Both gentle, sweet, and mild, 
The plea for mercy, sweetly breathed, 

For justice to forgive. 
The sorrow of a suppliant heart, — 

These things shall ever live. 

The clasp of a dear, friendly hand, 

A sweet and fervent kiss. 
The loving words and actions kind 

That aided love's first bliss, 
If with a firm abiding faith, 

That each in trust did give 
When hands have clasped and lips 
have met, — 

Those things shall ever live. 

The cruel acts and bitter words, 

That wounded as they fell. 
The cold face, void of sympathy, 

Cold words and acts that tell 
The cool repulse that chilled (the 
heart 

To friends, that we may give 
Is by recording angels kept, — 

And ever always live. 

Then never, never, idle be 

But find something to do. 
Dispense sweet charity and love 

Be kind and just and true. 
Give to the world the best you can, 

Then angels e'er will give 
To thee a watchful care, and say — 

These things shall ever live. 



Like its waters coming, going, with 

a solemn sad refrain. 
And its restless, raging billows bring' 

me either joy or pain. 



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LIFE'S JOURNEY 

From the banks of grand Lake Mich- 
igan to Cuba's golden strand. 

Where the commerce of the nations, 
comes to bless our favored land. 

I have traveled on my journeys, over 
mountain, hill and dale 

From Bloomington, my childhood 
home, where gladly I remain. 

And my life is slowly waning, like 

the ebbing of the tide, 
When receding to the ocean, in its 

bosom soon to hide, 



And the lessons of Dame Nature as <■ 
its rolling billows rage. 

Tell of my childhood, youth, and man- 
hood and the hoary head of age, 

Of the beauty of life's morning, ofj 
my restless noonday sun, M v 

Of the calm and quiet evening of my/ ^ 
race that's almost run. 

When life's pleasures have departed, 
there's a better life before, 

Where my dearest friends will greet ^ 
me on that bright and shining J^ 
shore, ■^ 

And by faith the smiling faces of 
the ones I loved the best 

Come to greet me as life's setting J 
sun. sinks slowly in the west. ' 

I am sure that He who kept me 

through my youth and mature 'I 

years 
Who led me through life's dang if s, 

soothed my sorrows, calmed my 

fears. 
In life's evening will be with me, 

guide my footsteps safely o'er 
And lead me on my voyage to that 

bright and shining shore. 



Dec. 8, 1910. 



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MAKE TRUTH AND HONORS 
THY GUIDE "^ 

Where e'er in life thy paths unfold, * 

Let truth e'er be thy guide, 
Let not the wealth of mines of gold 1 

Entice thee from her side; I 

And from her bright and pleasant*^ 
ways 

Let not thy steps depart. 4)i 

Better than gold or hollow praises. 

A pure and guileless heart. 

Be honest, in thy every deal, h 

Defraud none of one cent, | 

For then thy customer will feel ] 
Both happy and content, 



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And come again with smiling face 

To patronize thee more, 
'And trust in thy good word and 
grace, 

And bless thee ever more. 

And best of all thy God will know 

The contents of thy heart, 
And give thee strength in truth to 

grow, 
^1 And honor, on thy part. 
Then every man will be thy friend, 
^ And bless thee all thy days, 
\i\nd every one thy name defend, 
And ever sound thy praise. 

DO GOOD FOR EVIL 

This world is not a paradise 
Where everything runs smooth and 
' nice; 

It is no picnic here to live 
If you for evil, evil give. 
For when you evil do resent, 
The other fellow soon is bent 
On giving you a double dose, 
And if you crowd him very close, 

He may so vigorously strive 
To make you sorry you're alive. 
That you may wish, and wish in vain, 
To never meet that man again. 
, For kindness is the only cure 
To whip an enemy, that's sure; 
'And you can whip a man so hard, 
With kindness, in each act and word 

'His conscience soon himself will 

shame, 
(T\.nd on himself will place the blame. 
jThen harmony with love will blend 
^And strife and anger have an end. 
'Then keep this motto e'er in sight. 

Do good for evil, day or night; 

It always pays a big per cent, 
/Tis money loaned and time well 
spent. 



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A SCHOOL ESSAY 



)For Miss Lois Robertson, of Markham, 
Texas. 

My name is Lois Robertson, 

My future life depends 
[On what I learn while in the school 

With my dear schoolmate friends. 
JThen I with all my power will try 



My lessons well to learn. 
My school days fast are passing by 
And never will return. 

Then I will study well my books 

And to my friends be true, 
They will not judge me by my looks 

But what I say and do. 
I will not waste my time at play. 

But exercise for health, 
For industry and honesty 

Will bring us joy and wealth. 

And I will in my daily walk 

Be honest and discreet. 
And use good language when I talk. 

At home or 'on the street. 
Then I will have good people's love, 

My friends to me be true, 
And God will look down from above, 

And He will love me too. 



MY BEST GIRL 



My Minnie, she is the girl for me, 
The dearest one I chanced to see. 
She's tall and spare with auburn hair. 
And I think she is sweet and fair. 

Her eyes so bright they shine at 

night 
Like stars that beam with golden 

light, 
And lend a charm my heart to warm 
When I'm encircled by her arm. 

Her mouth so neat, her kiss so sweet 
Like honey, when our lips do meet. 
Her face so fine, with air divine. 
Makes me rejoice to know she's mine. 

Her music sweet, with notes com- 
plete, 
For time and touch is hard to beat; 
With skill and art upon her part, 
She charms my music loving heart. 

Her alto sweet with chords replete, 
On guitar and piano sweet. 
Is superfine; its chords combine 
A melody that is divine. 

She plays the air with skill so rare 
That all rejoice who chance to hear; 
On every note they love devote, 
As on the air they hear it float. 



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MY MINNIE 

Her countenance so innocent and 
pure 
Portrays a soul beaming with Ipve 
and truth. 
That makes me feel and trust, and 
I am sure, 
Her conscience knows no errors 
of her youth. 

How dear those auburn locks the 
light wind stirs, 
What lovely eyes and mouth and 
tender arm 
And yet me thinks that tender 
smile of hers. 
That loving smile, is still her 
crowning charm. 

Where e'er we go, in country side 
or town, 
That pleasant smile doth make my 
heart rejoice. 
Should sorrow come, or grief, to cast 
me down, 
Or death, as come he must to hush 
my voice. 

Her smile will charm and make me 

happy still, 
My spirit will oft linger by her 

side 
To catch that smile, my soul with 

joy to thrill 
And wait for her to be my spirit 

bride. 



SYMPATHY AND SUNSHINE 

Wouldst thou make hearts of sorrow 
grow lighter, 
Drop kind words of hope and good 
cheer? 
Wouldst thou make some poor bur- 
dened lives brighter, 
With them love and charity share? 

Wouldst thou smooth the rough path 
of another 
While traveling life's rugged road? 
Plant the sweet rose of faith in thy 
brother 
By helping to lighten his load? 

Though another reproach and up- 
braid him, 
His hope of success almost gone, 



Then a kind deed and word will per 
suade him 
To rise and with courage p 
on. 



ressVf 



And a smile wreathed in sunshine 
and beauty, 
Will comfort when he is depressed; 
It will cheer and make lighter his 
duty, 
And thou wilst forever be blest, ^f 



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Let thy heart be with sympathy 
teeming ' , 

It will bring joy where ever thou^- 
art. 
Then thy face will with sunshine be 
beaming. ^i 

And cheer, and bring joy to each / 
heart. 



U.S.A. DESTINED TO ENLIGHT-i 
EN THE WORLD AND THE *■ 
WORLD IS GROWING 

BETTER. <4 

Dear reader, now go back with me. 

Where history first began. 
And lift the veil, that we may see 

The wickedness of man. J 

The first man, Adam, had two sons, l 

One Abel, one named Cain; 4' 

And. as the Bible story runs, t\ 

Abel by Cain was slain. 

And then, soon after Abel's deathj 

Came forth another son. 
His father, Adam, named him Set^^ 

God's confidence he won. 
And, as their lineage we trace, 

From Eve and Adam's birth, 
'Tis thus began the human race 

To populate the earth. 



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In brief, I wish here to relate, 

The history of man; 
An inkling of his wicked state, 

Since history began. 
From Adam down to Noah, 

Man was wicked and untrue. 
Rebellious and unscrupulous, 

Most anything would do. 



With war and bloodshed in their 
hearts, 
The strong the weak did slay. 



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Secure the spoils and then depart, 
And seek some other prey. 

And Cain, the first born of the earth, 
Incurred the wrath of God, 
'-S'ew Abel of the second birth, 
Fled to the land of Nod. 

The world became so wicked then, 
^ That God brought on a flood, 
By which he drowned all living men, 
- Except few that were good, 
iDld Noah and also three sons, 
{, He told to build a boat, 
For them, their wives and little ones, 
^' So they could safely float. 



In safety they survived the flood, 
/ And scattered o'er the earth. 
Their children soon forgot their God, 
'y Forsook the ways of truth. 
Even the chosen ones of God, 
\ Old Abram and his seed, 
Quite often felt his chastening rod, 
' Were captives, then were freed. 

, Their wickedness continued still, 

And they did so ofifend, 
That by the vengeance of his will. 

That nation he did end. 
He scattered them to many a land. 
' All o'er the world to roam. 
No longer they a nation stand 

They have no land, nor home. 

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The wickedness of men prevailed. 

Continued to increase, 

.And Pagan Rome all else assailed, 

None from their power released. 

^ken Constantine, whose power was 

great, 

,g Was Emperor or King 

'^Combined the power of church and 

yi state, 

Controlling everything. 

From then the Papal power con- 
trolled 
> Twelve hundred sixty years 
Till seventeen and ninety eight. 

Dispensing blood and tears. 
People were persecuted then 

For mere opinion's sake. 
All who would not recant their views 

Were then burnt at the stake. 

Thus fifty millions perished 

By the priesthood's vile decree. 



And men were not allowed to think 
That God had made them free. 

All power being united 

Did the people's thoughts suppress. 

A man was soon indicted 

Who their creed would not con- 
fess. 

He must the Papal faith endorse 

Or he was soon contemned, 
In many cases treated worse, 

Was tried and then condemned 
To die a martyr for the cause 

That he believed was right, 
A victim of the cruel laws 

That Priestcraft did indite. 

Now God, for lo those many years. 

Had watched the Papal power. 
While they were wringing blood and 
tears 

From victims forced to cower. 
God then decreed 'twas time to save 

Those whom to him were true 
That he would save them from the 
grave, 

Give them a country new. 

He chose Columbus as the man, 

The new world to explore, 
He fitted out his sailing van 

And led him to the shore 
Of this new world of treasures rare, 

Where man will e'er be free. 
And liberty of conscience share. 

As God's will did decree. 

This new world he designed for all 

Oppressed of every land. 
Where they can worship him in truth 

As conscience doth demand. 
A haven fair for all the world. 

Where ever man is free; 
The Stars and Stripes proudly un- 
furled. 

Emblem of liberty. 

'Twas sixteen hundred twenty, when 

The Pilgrim Fathers came. 
And immigrants came plenty then, 

And thousands did the same. 
And this great nation gained in wealth 

Also in numbers fast. 
While England, with a jealous eye. 

Resolved to hold her fast. 
But God decreed that this fair land, 

For ever shall be free. 



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That those brave pilgrim pioneers, 
Should have their liberty. 

Oppression's citadel was stormed, 
it died, sad and forlorn, 

An independent nation formed. 
And freedom's child was born. 

When God this nation planned to 
build. 

The means he did provide. 
'I'was built according to his will, 

It's destiny he'll guide. 
A beacon light for all the world. 

To guide the human race. 
And freedom's flag they will unfurl, 

And liberty embrace. 

When England sent her soldiers here, 

This nation's power to sway, 
God taught her that she must be- 
ware, 

He'd run it his own way. 
He chose his agents for the task, 

Washington, and Jefferson, 
With many other heroes brave, 

And they, the victory won. 

And yet the wickedness of man, 

Still rankled in his veins, 
He held within this glorious land, 

Black men, in slavery's chains. 
Held them as servants by his might 

For greed of sordid gold, 
Deprived him of his sacred right 

To slavery he was sold. 

But slavery could not long exist. 

In freedom's chosen land. 
God caused his agents to insist 

That it not long should stand. 
And when the South appealed to 
arms, 

God quickly did prepare. 
And soon he sounded the alarm. 

And sent his agents there. 

With Lincoln at the helm to guide, 

With Grant and Sherman true. 
With God himself, to watch the tide, 

Impress them what to do, 
They saved this land for freedom's 
shrine, 

Christened from shore to shore 
As freedom's central home divine, 

To live forevermore. 

And now for laws just and benign. 
This nation stands alone, 



The Ship of State glides peacefully, 
On waters of her own. ,, 

And Uncle Sam's justice and grace, 
And dealings so benign, , 

That in God's love he holds a place, 
God's ruling is divine. 

Long, long this nation will be ruled. 

By God's own sovereign will, ,4 

Her people are fast being schooled. 

In laws of freedom still. 




He will her troubled waters clear 

And watch the ebbing tide, A 

Teach her of breakers to beware, \ 

Her Ship of State he'll guide, ^4 

The precepts taught in freedom's, v 

school. > 

The basis of our laws 
Are based upon the golden rule, f 

On which we rest our cause. 



The justice of this nation's laws, 

A subject, of our pride, 
Is winning friends for freedom's 
cause. 

And spreading far and wide. 
The leaven now is rising fast, 

In lands across the sea. 
Their laws they will revising be 

Some day they'll all be free. 



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Bartholdi with prophetic eye, 

Foresaw our destiny. 
A monument he mounted high. 

Beacon for liberty, 
In New York Harbor grandly stands, 

Where all the world can see, 
Proudly proclaiming to all lands 

The world will yet be free. 



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This glorious land will ever care 

For all the world's oppressed. A 

Children of every nation here, j 

Will be forever blest. -<»' 

She is a friend to every land. 

And ever pleads for peace; 
She has the power to command; 

Her power will increase. 

Invulnerable she stands today, 
With stars and stripes unfurled; 

And she is now prepared to say 
To nations of the world. 



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■'With England's help, we now de- 
mand, 
That wars forever cease, 

With strength combined we will 
command, 

^ A universal peace." 

And not far distant is the time 
They'll issue that decree. 

And every land and every clime 

) To it will bow the knee; 

i\nd arbitration will prevail, 

1 And harmony increase; 

^fl'he plans of God will never fail, 
j The world will be at peace. 

', 

'Republics, nations all will be 
A band of sisters true 

,,\nd every nation will be free. 
And freedom's laws pursue. 

)Freedom will reign throughout the 



world, 

' With every land and tongue, 
ller glorious banner be unfurled. 
Her praises loudly sung 



The steamboat, railroad, telegraph 

Cable and telephone 
Will line the earth with many a path; 
' Christ's teaching all will own; 
And one religion will prevail, 

Only one God be known; 
Under one banner all will sail, 
' And God receive his own. 

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)rHE GULF COAST COUNTRY 
OF TEXAS 



i 

One vast expanse of level land 
]VFrom Gulf Coast to the Rio Grande 

■And on that land so smooth and fair 
^There's farms and towns located 

j there, 

yf\nd many settlers coming in, 
i vVith full intent to make it win, 
.: 3y raising cattle by the score, 
^Horses and mules and hogs galore. 

\ vVith corn, alfalfa, also cane, 

i And oats and other kinds of grain; 

•\^vVhile citrus fruits of every kind 

They raise enough to please the 
mind, 
■ And grapes delicious, sweet and mild, 

Along the timbers growing wild, 

And many irrigate for rice, 

Because it brings a paying price. 



But many prairies yet remain 
As nature made that lovely plain. 
Where many cattle long have trod 
And plow-share never turned the sod; 
And just as far as eye can see 
The land from settlement is free. 
By cattle barons 'tis controlled, 
They many, many acres hold. 

Yet many, whose best days are spent, 
Have sold their land for settlement, 
Have quit their former strenuous 

strife 
And now enjoy a quiet life. 
And many acres are for sale 
To settlers, on this fertile vale, 
And settlers now are coming fast 
And here their future lots will cast. 

Peaches, and pears, and tigs grows 

fine, 
And many to citrus fruit incline, 
Satsuma oranges do well. 
And on the market highly sell. 
Pecans and lemons also thrive. 
And apricots are much alive. 
And sweet potatoes often yield 
Two hundred bushels in the field. 

And Kafifir corn and millet, too. 
Grow finely in this country new. 
But sure alfalfa is the stuff, 
'Tis growing well here, sure enough. 
Makes many cuttings in one year 
And it will sure much money clear. 
And vegetables of every brand 
Succeed in' this black prairie land. 

The greatest scheme on hand today, 
The intercoastal water way 
From Mississsippi river planned. 
To Brownsville on the Rio Grande. 
That grand canal of which they 

boast 
Will tap all bays along the coast 
They'll excavate the land between. 
From Brownsville up to New Or- 
leans. 

And one continuous waterway 

Will skirt the Gulf from bay to bay 

And boats will charge much cheaper 

rate 
Than any railroad in the state 
For hauling freight from place to 

place, 
Upon this inter-coastal race; 



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And boats from Brownsville up will 

go, 

Where Mississippi's waters flow. 

And also up the Ohio, 
Where ever canal boats can go, 
Up all connecting rivers land, 
Then back unto the Rio Grande. 
They'll haul the freight from either 

way, 
And will the Gulf Coast country pay 
A big per cent upon its cost; 
Of its great worth its friends will 

boast. 

She has the biggest sulphur mine; 
The biggest salt mine, it is fine. 
And oil within the state galore; 
Gas in abundance, yet in store 
And timber grand, a vast amount 
Of pine and cypress beyond count, 
And hardwood plenty, to supply 
The world's great future bye and bye. 

She has rich mines of iron ore 
In great abundance, yet in store. 
Will make that product cheap at 

home 
For many many years to come. 
The gulf coast has in water front 
One third the nation's compliment 
.And climate temperate and mild 
To bless each woman, man and child. 

Artesian water always found 

When deep enough you tap the 

ground 
And you will get a constant flow 
To water everything you know, 
And if you want to irrigate 
The whole expense will not be great. 
For if you have no river nigh 
A well and pump your wants supply. 

Much fish and oysters here abound, 
No better in the states are found. 
In quality are extra fine 
And you can on them cheaply dine. 
This gulf coast is a paradise, 
The land as yet is low in price, 
But immigration's boundless might 
Will send the prices out of sight. 

Now of good health the people boast 
All up and down the southwest coast. 
The salt sea breeze pervades the air 



And sickness here, they claim, is rare;^ 
Although new comers settling here 
May have some sickness the first 

year, 
But soon acclimated will be .^ 

And then from sickness almost free 



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This country's filling up quite fast 
The growth of towns, seldom sur 

passed. 
And land is selling double quick 
And when they come they're sure 

stick; 

And after they are here one year "^ 
They would not leave for anywhere 
And here contented they remain 
.\nd work and strive much wealth t< 

gain. 

Near Markham is an oil field great/" 
It rivals any in the state, \ 

And in this country all around 'i, 

Oil in abundance may abound. 
They're shipping oil from out this 

field, 1 

And plenty seems to be the yield; 
And many oil cars come and go 
To keep pace with the constant flow. 

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And many oil wells will go down 
Around about this railroad town. 
The land is now upon the boom ^ 
.And soon it higher up will loom. i 
Many are planting orange groves. 
Development now onward moves; 
E're this decade comes to a close, 
This land will blossom like the rose. 

Now fruits and crops not mentioneci. 

here 1 

Grow well and make two crops each! 

year; ' 

And live stock on the grass abouni 
That live on grass the whole year' 

round. ] 

And get no feed except the grass, J 
Many of them for beef will pass, j 
Such is the country we can boast . 
In Texas on the southwest coast. 

Of grand old Illinois we're proud, 
Her praise we oft are sounding loud 
Of Iowa, Missouri, too. 
Those grand old states we think will 

do. 
But Texas prairies grand and wide 



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By immigration's coming tide 
"■ Will surely soon be occupied, 
Then she will be our special pride. 

For products of most any brand, 
.\?rhat grows in almost any land, 
I Can be produced in Texas soil 
•By common sense and proper toil. 
Then if xou soon will take a stand 
'Twixt gulf coast and the Rio Grande, 
jAnd use good industry and skill 
Your coffers you can quickly fill. 

^eNow taking Texas all in all, 
'• With outlet to the great canal, 
-•She offers more inducements grand 
Than any state within the land; 
-And those who buy while land is 

cheap, 
"Will surely soon large profits reap; 
And those who on her soil abide 
Be happy and be satisfied. 



THE TILLER OF THE SOIL 

How blest the t'ller of the soil, 

Who works from day to day, 
And earns his bread by honest toil; 

To him it is but play. 
The bleating flocks, and lowing herds 

And blush of smiling flowers. 
The gladsome songs, the warbling 
^ birds, 

Bring many peaceful hours. 

J The fragrant mornings lure him on, 
^ Make light his daily toil, 
' With health and hope his work is 

done, 
"' While tilling of the soil. 

Through balmy winds, and sweet per- 
^' fumes. 

Whose billows roll afar, 
^ From off the fields of clover bloom, 
He breathes the fragrant air. 

O thoughtless youth remember thou. 

Whilst blessed with sweet perfume, 
And day by day, thou guidest the 
plow, 

Midst fragrant flowers in bloom, 
There's those to whom it is denied. 

To dwell with nature's God, 
Who dwell in heat intensified, 

And in the city plod. 



In buildings dark or glare of street, 

That health and life destroy, 
They miss the joy of nature's sweets 

That farmers' boys enjoy. 
O, tiller of the soil, all men, 

For food, depend on thee; 
The countless throng in cities din. 

On land or on the sea, 

Live on the products of the land, 

So beautiful to see. 
The honest labor of thy hand, 

So generous and free. 
O, faithful tiller of the soil, 

Thou friend of all mankind. 
If thou wouldst cease thy honest toil. 

The helpless world would find 

A world wide want all o'er the land. 

That no one could supply. 
Nothing to fill the empty hand. 

Then all mankind would die. 
Then count tfay lot a blessed one, 

Thou youth, upon the farm; 
For when thy daily work is done. 

No life has sweeter charm. 



THOU ART THE SHIP 

Thou art the ship in which a gem's 
in store, 
To thee more priceless than all in 
the land, 
Why wilst thou drift on thoughtlessly 
to shore 
Where rocks and breakers every 
ship may strand? 

Thy will, O man, is captain of the 

craft. 

And also is the pilot on the way; 

O, why wilst thou be drifting fore and 

aft, 

With every fickle fancy of the day. 

That priceless gem of countless worth 
to thee, 
Is thy dear soul, a part of God, 
divine, 
O, steer thee to a calm and placid sea, 
With charity and peace and love 
benign. 

O, save the ship, thou thoughtless, 
sinful man. 
And steer it to the haven of the 
blest. 



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Where all is peace; this life is but a 
span, 
Go where all wearied souls find 
joy and rest. 

Make charity and love thy beacon 
light, 
To guide thee safely o'er life's bois- 
trous wave, 
So if you come to part by day or 
night, 
Thy beacon light that priceless gem 
will save. 



BE CONSISTENT AND CONSER- 
VATIVE. 

I knew a man — the dollar was his 

God, 
And now his body lies beneath the 

sod. 
He had no time for church, nor rest, 

nor prayer; 
No time to visit friends no matter — 

where. 
No time to watch the sunbeam's 

golden glint, 
Nor view the blue ethereal heaven's 

tint; 
No time to spend in home pleasures 

so dear. 
With wife and children, nor to dry 

a tear. 
But money was the object of his life; 
In its pursuit he worked with daily 

strife. 
For home and friends he had but 

small expense, 
His wealth in lands and gold it was 

immense. 
For education little did he pay, 
To fit his children for a future day. 
At last his health failed, he was 

growing old. 
Had sacrificed his life for sordid gold. 

With wealth immense, life's comforts 

to supply, 
In sorrow and remorse he had to die. 



And failed to live a pure and higher 

life. 
The lands and gold he had to leave 

behind. 
While he had failed to cultivate his 
mind. 



And fill his heart with charity and ^ 

love. 
Which are the requisites in spheres] 

above, 

He had to enter in the lower sphere. 
Where spirits of his class were dwell-i 

ing there. 
Whose minds were void of charity and 

love, 4 

Unfit to dwell in higher spheres i 

above. 
His wealth was left to wife and 

children dear 
Who had no training for its proper 

care. ,'( 



It seemed to only make his children 

vain. 
With no ability wealth to retain. 
They thought they'd ever have much 

gold in store, , 

The wolf of want could never find 

their door; 
But reckless waste and ignorance ^ 

prevailed i 

And in due time in business they 

failed. 
Great wealth to children often proves / 

a curse, [ 

Resources oft they fail to learn toi* 

nurse. 



Before they learn the leaks and drains 

to stay, *y 

Their fortune taken wings and flown 

away, ' 

Then let us be conservative and true. 
Consistent in all things we say and 

do. 
Take time to give the spirit righteous * 

food. 



When he arrived within the spirit And feed the mind with everything' 

spheres, that's good. 

He found he'd whiled away his earth- While seeking for a good earthly sup- 

ly years ply. 

In vain pursuit of gold through daily Remember that this body soon must 

strife, die. 



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EASTER 

How rapid is the flight of time, 

How swift is life's decay. 
Though we should seek a foreign 

clime, 
^ Still death brooks no delay. 
The light and clouds, the ebb and 
flow. 
The sunshine and the rain, 
•uAve types of life that come and go 
Like pleasure and like pain. 

\lay we this day at dawn and close, 

See the ethereal sky, 
Alright as the day when Christ arose, 
- A Savior to supply. 
The green, glad earth reflects the 
song 
\- That angels then did sing; 
All nations with her countless throng 
Joyfully welcomes spring. 

And crowns her queen of earth's 
green bowers 

So beautiful to see. 
Bedecks her robes with lovely flowers 

Emblems of purity. 
Welcome to spring, with lavish hand 

She scatters blessings free, 
While marching to the dulcet band 

Of brook, and bird and tree. 

All nature at her gentle kiss, 
^^ Vibrates, and throbs with life, 

'Her fragrant breath, charms with a 
^Q bliss. 

_, Her sweet perfume is rife, 
■"■'The flowers on her bosom rest 
And blush with smiles so coy, 

The virgin forests feel so blest 
'^' They wave signals of joy. 

W .Millions are bowing at her shrine, 

i Around her festal board. 
fv-'Her bounteous blessings art divine, 

Rich treasures from the Lord. 
^' But there will come a reckoning time 
When winter's icy blade. 
Will swing with chilling power sub- 
lime, 
And leaves and flowers will fade. 

The dirge of death will then be heard. 

The birds will cease their lay. 
The fields and meadows brown and 
seared, 

For spring has passed away. 



Yea. there will come a day when time 
Will turn our locks to gray, 

And we'll invoke the power divine 
To guide us on our way. 

Our quaking hearts with faltering 
breath 

Stand still, awe struck and dumb. 
When solemnly we think of death, 

What after it will come. 
With shaded eye we fain will scan 

The future, to know where 
To find a sign board left for man. 

To guide him over there. 

Lo and behold, one crucified 

Who rolled the clouds away; 
Who on a Roman cross hath died, 

And now to man doth say: 
I am the signboard thou couldst see. 

Give heed, O man, beware, 
For I have paid the debt for thee, 

I'll guide thee over there. 

All sons and daughters of the King 

Are those who followed me. 
My soldiers of the cross I bring. 

Where pleasures e'er will be. 
All ye who seek eternal life. 

The straight and narrow way. 
Will all be free from care and strife 

In that eternal day. 



ENVY NOT THY BROTHER 

O, envy not thy neighbor, 

On whom fortune kindly smiled. 
Although you have to labor. 

And he may be fortune's child. 
'Tis not the wealthy, who in life 

True happiness will find, 
But he who without fear or strife 

Does good to all mankind. 

O, envy not those who are blest 

With face and form more fair. 
The looks will not be made the test 

When we get over there. 
But he whose heart is pure within 

Whose life will stand the test, 
Will be the one to enter in 

And be forever blest. 

O, envy not the man of strength. 
With health and vigor rife, 



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Although his life be of great length 

With little toil or strife, 
Success in life not to the strong, 

Who trust in strength and might, 
But to the honest, upright throng 

Who battle for the right. 

O, envy not the one whose life 

Has wrought an honored name, 
Who mounted high through honest 
strife 

The pinnacle of fame; 
But render unto every one 

That you in life have known, 
The honors they have justly won 

By efforts of their own. 

For those on whom dame fortune 
frowned. 

Let pity swell your heart, 
With love and charity profound, 

Show kindness on your part. 
For God is watching every day. 

Our thoughts and actions, too. 
And he'll reward us some sweet day 

For all we say and do. 



WHEN THE EVENING SHADES 
WERE FALLING 

When the evening shades were fall- 
ing, 

I my loved wife had caressed, 
And all nature gently calling 

All her living ones to rest, 
And my babies stopped their playing; 

Came and climbed upon my knee, 
All my daily cares delaying, 

'Twas a happy time for me. 

When the sun was slowly setting, 

And my daily routine o'er. 
And the busy work and fretting 

Of the day, with me no more; 
And my babies sleeping sweetly, 

In my arms, and on my knee, 
I enjoyed those hours completely, 

"Twas a happy time for me. 

When the sun was slowly sinking 
In the far off distant west, 

And the stars were brightly twink- 
ling, 
And my babies gone to rest; 

And my locks, that were so jetty, 
Changed to be a silver gray, 



And my babies once so pretty 
And my wife had passed away. 

Then the sunset made me dreary, 

When I mused upon the past. 
And at evening I was weary, , 

And with sorrow overcast, \ 

Then 'twas guardian angels blessed 
me 

With another, kind and true, 
Who hast loved me and caressed m 

And whose love is always new. 

Now the sun again hast blessed me ^- 

With a soft and mellow light. 
And my loved one doth caress me 

And it fills me with delight. Vj 

But my locks are white and hoary 

And the stars begin to shine, ^ 

They will light my path to glory,_ ~1 

To those loved and lost of mine.u 

Where we'll bask in balmy breezei,.'" 

Of the lovely spirit spheres. 
Where the flowery landscape pleases, ^ 

And brings joy through endlesis 
years. 
We'll progress without a fetter. 

Onward, upward, evermore; 
And grow wiser and grow better ' 

Till we reach the heavenly shore. 

I 

TO THE DAUGHTERS OF 
COLUMBIA 

Ye daughter of this glorious land, 

O, do you really know 
That fair Columbia's daughters standi 

The best where'er you go. ^j 

For intellect and female tact, 1 

And beauty, they compare < 

Superior, such is the fact, 

To ladies everywhere. ; 

And do you realize the fact ^ 

That you are honored more. 
And in your freedom you are backed 

By generous laws galore. | 

You are more free, please understand,^ 

Than Orients e'er have been. 
Female oppression in some lands 

Is cruel and a sin. 

How would you like to live the life 
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How would you like to be a wife, 

In harems dark and staid, 
In old Damascus where they live 

Under the Koran's ban, 
And veil your face, to not be seen 
i: By other than your man. 
h 
How would you like to be penned up 

In back room or up stair, 
And have the front so latticed 
^ That no man could see you there. 
«And would you like always to wear 

A wrapper large and black, 
.With string tied loosely round your 
,-, waist, 

And look like a big sack. 

With heavy veil to hide your grace, 
J And shield your many charms. 
Lest other men should see your .face 
Or outline of your form. 
E.How would you like to never talk 
To any other man, 
Except your family at home. 
Live under such a ban. 

How would you like your parents 
choose 
A husband dear for you. 
No matter who has won your love, 

Ncr who you think will do; 
And you are much dissatisfied 

To wed your parents' choice, 
' Nor see him till the day you wed, 
In choosing have no choice. 

I 
Now such is Mohammedan rule, 

Has ever been in use. 
All women of the Koran school 

Submit to such abuse. 
Now ladies of America, 
j So honored and so free. 
Do you appreciate its worth, 
Your home of liberty. 

In music, literature, and art 

You stand equal with men; 
In life's pursuits, in many a part 

Men's equals you have been, 
- And soon you will be free, indeed. 

For it quite soon will be 
To ladies votes all will give heed. 

And all be truly free. 

Then let your actions correspond 
With your high type of brains, 



And in your fashions never fawn 

To Paris, but take pains 
To manufacture home designs. 

Both sensible and good, 
That will be sure to please the minds 

Of all your sisterhood. 



NO NONSENSE IN HEAVEN 

For there we'll have no hobble skirts 

Parading on the streets. 
No giddy girls to wink and flirt 

With boys they chance to meet. 
No umbrella hats to hide 

The preacher from your view, 
No auto driving fools to ride 

Carelessly over you. 

No fashions hideous and vain, 

Nor styles vulgar and mean. 
Styles sensible, and neat and plain 

Will ever there be seen. 
No shoes so shaped to cramp the toes 

And give to each a corn, 
And fill the heart with many woes, 

Make you sad and forlorn. 

And no low bosomed dresses there. 

To show the ladies forms; 
And each wear dresses neat and fair 

To cover up their arms. 
All will be beautiful and chaste, 

And what each one admires 
They will create to suit their taste. 

And fill their heart's desires. 

For spirits have the power of thought 

To make what they desire; 
Quickly the clothes of each are 
wrought, 

In styles that they admire. 
And each and every one will pose 

In their peculiar style. 
And each will wear their last year's 
clothes 

When e'er they think worth while, 

Whate'er a spirit learned to love, 

In dress, or home or art, 
They can create in spheres above. 

By thought upon their part. 
They think the form of what they 
want 

Its form will soon appear, 
And when they want to come to earth 

As quick as thought they're here. 



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Then let us be conservative 

In fashions we display, 
And cultivate consistency 

While on our earthly way. 
The useful and the beautiful 

So pleasingly combine 
That we can duplicate them. 

In the spheres of the divine. 



WILLIAM JENNINGS BRYAN 

With the power of his genius 

He the multitudes did sway, 
He captured his great party 

On a past convention day; 
Thrice the leader of his party 

For the presidential chair, 
Defeated by the money power. 

By means unjust — unfair. 

The railroads and monopolies 

Who for the money strive, 
The millionaires, and money power 

Who ofif the masses thrive, 
With trusts and bankers did combine 

The masses to control. 
To bring defeat to Col. Bryan, 

The people did cajole. 

The nation's laws they did dictate, 

The masses to oppress. 
And leave them in a helpless state. 

No earthly power to bless. 
Those powers would not tolerate 

The logic of his speech 
If Christ had faced them day by day. 

The same to them had preached. 

They would have placed upon his 
head 

A wicked thorny crown, 
Just as they treated Col. Bryan, 

They would have turned him down. 
But now the people have awoke. 

And realize the fact 
That they are still oppressed by laws, 

Framed by the schemers tact. 

The doctrines taught by Col. Bryan 
Are coming with full sway. 

And now the national powers that be 
Are adopting them today. 

A model patriot is he, 
Unchangeable and true; 



Unselfishly he does accord 
To every man his due. 

A mark of hostile critics he 

Has often been maligned; 
But time has proved his precepts ar 

Consistent and divine. 
And those who once derided him 

Are now singing his praise, 
And many who have chided him, 

Would now his banner raise. 



No man in this great nation is 

More honored here today, 
The greatest nations of the earth, 

While traveling their way, 
Great homage paid to Col. Bryan, 

With honest, upright mien. ,, 

No private had such welcome home,4' 

As William Jennings Bryan. 



The champion of principles, 

So pure and just and true, 
And sentiments no greater 

Have been spoken, old or new, 
The coming glory of his life. 

To his great heart will be. 
To see eternal justice reign 

And all the people free. 



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MY CHILDHOOD DAYS. 

O, dear to my heart are the scenes 
of my childhood. 
When oft with my brothers we 
played by the stream. 
Or hied to the grove for a romp 
through the wildwood; 
Those dear childhood scenes haunt 
me still when I dream. 



And oft, when the strawberries rip- \ 
ened for picking, 
Among the wild grass and the j 

flowers of the vale, * 

We hied to the prairie, our lips soon 
were licking. 
All reddened with strawberrie 
fresh from the dale. 



oon 1 

-ies,J 



Whenever we yearned for a nice mess 
of fishes 
We dug up some worms to entice 
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Then hied to the creek, where our 
hopes and our wishes 
Were realized quickly, by day or 
by night. 

And in Blooming Grove, when the 
J> men made a clearing, 
The blackberries grew with a boun- 
teous supply. 
iVe hied to the grove, and the fruit 
so endearing, 
We gathered by gallons, for jelly 
and pie. 

\nd in the rich valley were goose- 
'' berries bearing, 
And fruit, being scarce, they oft 
swelled the supply. 
\.nd I ever felt I was sumptuously 
faring, 
When eating a well sweetened 
gooseberry pie. 

*Vhen twilight had come and the fam- 
ily collected 
To sit and converse, by the bright 
open fire, 
Vly father, an instructive chapter se- 
lected, 
To read from the Bible when time 
to retire. 



\nd mother, dear mother, so often 
entreated 
Her children for good, with a sweet 
saintly face, 
\.nd lessons of right she so often re- 
peated, 
That came from a heart filled with 
sweet loving grace. 

That old fashioned Bible was read for 
to guide us. 
When not being read in my dear 
father's hand, 
Twas laid where its presence would 
silently chide us. 
In one cozy corner it lay on the 
stand. 



Sweet thoughts of my childhool 
in daylight or dreaming, 
A halo of glory e'er brings with a 
glow. 
And oft in my musing brings tears, 
swiftly streaming. 
Of joy and of sorrow for days long 
ago. 



TO THE FIELDS AND MEADOWS 
AT THE DAWN OF SPRING 

Awake, ye sere and russet vales. 
Thy winter robes, cast them away. 

Arouse ye meadows, hills and dales, 
And spring will meet ye, here to 

stay. 

The sun and rain, with moistening 
charms. 
Will warm thy cheeks from day to 
day, 
And loosen winter's icy arms, 
His icy breath will melt away. 

O now, awake, ye slumbering fields, 

O melt, ye prison gate of streams. 

For man will need thy bounteous 

yields. 

The sun will charm with radiant 

beams. 

April will crown thee with success, 
Guard thee from winter's chilly 
blast. 
And spring will greet thee but to 
bless. 
And May will heal the frozen past. 

Then all the months will bow to May, 
Of her sweet charms will sweetly 
sing; 
So, charmed by her sweet flower dis- 
play. 
Will crown sweet May the queen 
of spring. 



3, who would decry or look back 
with derision. 
And shun that old book as it use- 
lessly lies, 
Jnused, it gives place to the newer 
revision. 
That ever reaches a home in the 
skies. 



LOOK UPON THE BRIGHT SIDE 

View the bright side and be happy, 
Try from sorrow to be free. 

Never be to others snappy, 
Always living cheerfully; 



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And with care pursue thy labors, 
Guard thy health and careful be, 

Dealing justly with thy neighbors. 
Make no debts to worry thee. 

Early bed and early rising, 

Caution in thy daily strife. 
Brings success to thee surprising, 

Comforts bring to bless thy life. 
If to wealth thy heart hath yearnings, 

And this life thou wouldst enjoy. 
Ne'er forget to save thy earnings, 

Wasteful habits wealth destroy. 

When thou comfortably art living 

And the world goes well with thee, 
Help the helpless oft by giving, 

Cultivate sweet charity. 
Never with thyself debating, 

What thou giveth give it free. 
God will bless thee in thy waiting 

And thy conscience will be free. 



GEMS OF LOVE. 

A brilliant gem, a diadem, 

Its wondrous wealth revealing. 
May have the power, in lonely hour, 

To soothe the heart and healing. 
Kind words from those kindly dis- 
posed 

Give you, when they approve thee; 
Better than gems or diadems 

To know that true friends love thee. 



Then bless the one. who like the sun, 

Gives love to cheer the lonely. 
And shield the heart from sorrow's 
dart. 

Imparting blessings only. 
God bless those who to us prove true, 

With acts of kindness shielding 
From others wrath our lonely path. 

And loving kindness yielding. 

If some we love, to us should prove 

Unworthy to be near us, 
Those who are true to me and you, 

Their presence oft will cheer us; 
For others' love is like a glove. 

To shield us from all dangers. 
If from above we have God's love. 

Then grief should be a stranger. 



A gentle word, if in love heard. 

Though said in love to chide thee, 
That word of love is heard above. 

In love it will abide thee. 
Smiles oft relieve when others grievei'; 

To them a wealth of pleasure. 
But ah, the word fraught with a i 
sword 

Will wound beyond all measure. 

Then we should act with guarded 
tact 

And wear a smile for others, 
To others prove in every move 

That all of us are brothers. 
Then life will be, if constantly 

Thou live until life closes, 
A life of love, blest from above, 

'Twill strew thy path with rosesj 



TIME OUR COMFORTER 

When left all alone to my friends ' 

went 
Telling my trouble, with sore lament 
Weeping for loved ones who fell b^ 

my side. 
While in their youth and beauty anri 

pride. 
Friends to my heart could no solac 

bring. 
Kind loving words could not heal th' 

sting. 
Then to the flowers I did lament. 
Hoping they'd bring to my hear 

content. 

"O. tell me sweet flowers, fair to seci 
Canst thou my loved ones bring t< 

me?" 
"Nay, nay, dear friend we've no powe 

to save. 
Naught can we do but bloom o'er th 

grave." 
I went to the trees, in the valle.'i^ 

and plain, 
Said, "Canst thou bring me my love 

ones again?" 
"Nay, nay," said the zephyrs, that 

with the leaves played, 
"The spot where they rest, trees onl 

can shade." 



Then to the sun. the great orb of th 
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"Sun canst thou tell where my dear 

loved ones stay?" 
But in his radiant splendor he said, 
"I watch the living and know not the 
I dead." 

Then to the wind I decided to go. 
'*Is there no path of return that you 
1 know?" 
"Yea, yea," said the wind, " there's a Their conduct will a warning be to 



Before thou hurl a slanderous assault. 
The beam take out of thine own 
jealous eye. 
When thou canst better see who is at 
fault. 
Their failings thou more clearly 
can descry. 



path that is free, 
The spirits of loved ones oft visit 

I with thee. 

I 

j^'But their old bodies must ever decay 
|n the cold grave where they've been 
/ laid away. 
I often pass o'er them and moan 

with a sigh, 
As I sweep over the place where they 

lie." 
"O, time, who away our loved ones 

hath borne, 
Canst thou, to our bosoms our loved 

ones return?" 
Old time with a smile, as onward he 

passed, 
Said, "Wait, and I'll pilot thee to 

them at last. 

"Where gladly thou'lt meet them 
and they will appear 

More fair and more lovely than e'er 
they did here, 

A spiritual body each soul will pos- 
sess, 

To dwell in forever in its loveliness, 

Weep not for thy loved ones who 
passed on before. 

For they have a home on that beau- 
tiful shore, 

More brilliant and lovely than earth 
can afford. 

Where often they bask in the smiles 
of the Lord." 



JUDGE NOT 

Although thy neighbor may not per- 
fect be. 
And sometimes deviate from truth 
and right. 
Art thy own heart and conscience 
clear and free 
From sin's deep, dark, demoralizing 
blight? 



thee, 
And give thee strength to shun 

temptations vile. 
And keep thy conscience, and thy 

spirit free; 
Give thee a heart that's pure and 

free from guile. 
We should not judge another until 

tried, 
Then if found wanting, surely day 

by day 
Show pity, neither censure them nor 

chide, 
But set them an example on the 

way. 

If we commence to slander friend or 
foe, 
O, let us think what harm one 
word may do. 
Then let us cease such sinful seed to 
sow. 
Place on our tongues a bridle 
strong and true. 
As in our daily wandering we pass, 
We oft judge others hearts by our 
own. 
But those who live in houses made of 
glass. 
Should careful be to never throw a 
stone. 

Then harbor none but holy thoughts 
within, 
And keep thy heart and conscience 
free from guile 
Thy acts and words will then be free 
from sin. 
And thou willst speak and practice 
nothing vile. 
Then shun temptation's bland deceit- 
ful wiles. 
That all evil associations bring. 
Such influence an honest heart be- 
guiles, 
And when too late they're sure to 
feel the sting. 



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IN JUST ONE DRINK THERE'S 
DANGER 

Write it on the liquor store, 
They who drink should drink no 

more. 
Write it on the prison wall, 
Youths should never drink at all. 
Write, O write, this truth divine, 
Drink is on the danger line, 
Write it on the school boy's slate, 
Lest for him it be too late. 
Write it on the graveyard mound. 

Where the drink slain dead are found. 
Write it on the busy street, 
Where all eyes its lines may greet, 
Write it for the great and small. 
In the mansion, cot and hall. 
Write it on the railroad car. 
Never face a drinking bar. 

Write it on the ships that sail, 
They who drink are sure to fail. 
Write it in large letters plain, 
Many by strong drink are slain. 
Write it in your mind today, 
You from drink will stay away. 
Write before you have begun. 
You the poison stuff will shun. 



I LOVE THE BRIGHT SUN- 
LIGHT 

I love the bright sun in the spring 
of the year. 
When the swelling buds burst into 
bloom. 
And the birds gladly warble, and 
flutter and whir, 
And all nature is out on a boom. 

And summer, glad summer, brings 
solace so sweet, 
With breezes of soft balmy air: 
At morning and evening 'tis pleasure 
complete, 
To bask in these breezes so fair. 

But autumn hath charms that have 
power to cheer. 
She holds in her hands with a smile. 
Rich berries and fruits, the products 
of the year. 
My palate and heart to beguile. 



When autumn her treasures has 
yielded to man. 
And bleak winds have come with^ 
the frost, 

I'll hie me away, just as quick as J\ 

can, 

To Southwestern Texas, the coast/i 

1 

Where soft balmy breezes blow daily 

to cheer, 

And rich plumaged birds gaily sing,; 
Where sweet fragrant flowers in 
bloom all the year, . 

And there is continual spring. i 



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IN TEXAS, FEB. 15th, 1911. 
To Mrs. Minnie Lee Myers 

We're sojourning in Texas 
Midst flowers rich and rare, 

When spring at home has come, lovej 
We'll hie away up there. 

Where the feathered songsters war- 
ble, 

In our lawn among the trees, 
And the evergreens and maples 

Are waving in the breeze. 

Weill wait till the buds are out, love: 
And the robin tells of spring, 

And the tulips blooming lovely. 
And the birds begin to sing. 

And the south wind charms the 
flowers. 

That my little girl enjoys. 
Then we will quickly hie, love. 

To our home in Illinois. 

We'll wait till the lawn is green, love 

With the violets so blue. 
All nature teems with gladness, 

And doves begin to coo. 

Then the rose buds will be swelling'' 

That my little girl enjoys, 
Then we will hie away love. 

To our home in Illinois. 



SPRING 



When the tender leaves are peepinfj 
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And have ceased their winter sleep- 
ing, 
And their summer growth begun, 
All the world is filled with pleasure, 
tyr Flowers yield a sweet perfume, 
/oets sing in sweetest measure, 
r Charmed by lovely flowers in bloom 

JtVhen the sun and April showers 
\. Gives new life to everything. 
\ Charms and opens buds and flowers, 
? 'Tis a harbinger of spring. 
iVhen the buds and leaves are swell- 
r ing, 

"t. Winter's frost has lost its sting, 
l^hen the muse with poets dwelling, 
I, Charms and cheers them on to sing. 

When the meadows, robed in beauty, 
I And the trees, a lovely green, 
D,nd forgetme-nots so pretty, 
'"l.Brighten nature's lovely scene, 
vnd the honey bees are humming, 
.• And the birds are on the wing, 
apn the trees wood peckers drum- 
ming, 
Where's the bard who cannot sing? 

When the groves, the fields and bow- 
ers 
Feel the charms of sun and rain, 

Then the trees and grass and flowers 
_ With new life are filled again, 
''hen May tells her annual story, 
Roses bloom proclaiming spring. 

^hen 'tis nature's crowning glory, 

di Muses charm and Poets sing. 

t . 



TO THE BROOK 



^;.;;ild we interpret what thou say 
^ Thy babbling understand, 
g'^e many things would know today, 
^JSIot known in this fair land, 
ir thou, the secrets of the past 
As thy bright ripples flow, 
vj^uld many a secret tell, at last, 
i That we'd rejoice to know. 

r iou old time knowledge could un- 
l fold, 

i. Of those who here did dwell, 
jhat vistas of old time enrolled, 

'And thou alone can tell, 
rhe red man in his bark canoe 

Sailed merrily on thy breast, 



And thou his many secrets knew, 
Of what and where his quest. 

The woodlands listen to thee sing 

And knowest what thou say, 
And they will tell us not a thing, 

When they echo thy lay. 
But when we hear thy babbling voice 

Throughout the woodlands ring, 
We know thy waters do rejoice 

Because they sweetly sing. 



WHISKEY KILLED HER 

A model husband once was he, 

Before he fell by drink. 
He had a wife and children three, 

Whiskey caused him to sink. 
While under whiskey's cruel ban 

He killed his wife, so dear. 
His children, left sad and alone, 

Shed many a bitter tear. 

And Johnny to the jail door went. 

Stood weeping, clad in rags, 
A message to the jailer sent, 

His coat sleeve slit in tags. 
He said, "I'm eight years old this 
day. 

Two sisters younger still, 
O grant me this request, I pray. 

We'll thank you if you will, 

"O give us papa's body, sir, 

As soon as he is hung. 
To us papa is very dear, 

Though wicked men among. 
My papa did not do the deed 

When mama he did kill, 
'Twas whiskey done it, yes indeed. 

Controlled my papa's will." 

There's millions desolate today, 

Caused by protected rum. 
That's set before them on their way. 

By law protected bums. 
Destroying angels are they, quite, 

Who vote to license men. 
And give the devil's imps the right 

To run a devil's den. 



MY TEXAS FARM 

In Matagorda county, where 
The land is level, rich and fair. 



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Some twenty miles in from the coast, 
Where they have soil of which to 

boast. 
Near Markham, a small railroad town, 
Where oil wells have been going 

down, 
And oil cars daily come and go, 
To keep pace with the constant flow. 

The town of Markham all may know, 
Has had but seven years to grow. 
And irrigation of the ground, 
Has been the watchword all around, 
And rice has been the staple crop 
And been a great financial prop. 
But farming quite diversified, 
Is coming in here to abide. 

Much land is owned here in large 

tracts 
By men financially well backed. 
Canals for water pierce the land. 
With lateral ditches on each hand; 
And irrigation's very nice. 
If you're engaged in raising rice. 
But other crops grow very well. 
With what rain in the past has fell. 

And made a satisfactory yield 
Outside the irrigation field. 
My farm is close the town along. 
Eleven hundred acres strong 
Runs two miles to the river side. 
Where nice young timber does abide. 
Four hundred acres, quite a slice, 
A few years has been run to rice. 

A large canal across the field 
To irrigate and make it yield. 
And seven hunderd acres strong 
Has been in pasture all along. 
And used for grazing all the while. 
Much grazing long has been the style 
And on this land experience tells, 
We can get good artesian wells. 

And Markham, I must say to you, 
Has great rice mills, warehouses too, 
Where rice is bought and stored and 

screened. 
And sacked and shipped, after 'tis 

cleaned. 
If I have oil, time soon will tell, 
I've leased it to put down a well. 
And if they get a constant flow. 
The money will come in you know. 

This land will many products grow, 



Corn, cotton, cane, and rice you know 
Alfalfa and Bermuda grass, 
And vegetables of every class. 
And all the citrus fruits grow fine, 
And all small fruits and grapes for 

wine; 
The orange and the fig and pear, 
And peach and plum do well with 

care. , 

And other crops not mentioned here 
Succeed and make two crops a year, 
And live stock on the grass is found 
That live on grass the whole year 

round. 
And get no feed except the_ grass. 
While many oft for beef will pass. 
Such is the country we can boast 
In Texas on the southwest coast. 



ON THE FARM ^, 

Out in the country I was born, 

'Mong fields and meadows green 
Where sunshine on the waving conf 

Fell with a golden sheen; 
Where I could breathe the free, pure 
air, 

Lie down and calmly sleep, _ v 

With fruit and flowers, sweet and fair, ' 

Where angels vigil keep. 

Then wake to meet the golden sun, 

Receive her welcome kiss. 
Bask in her smiles till day is done 

A pleasure none should miss; 
And see the grain, from day to day,. 

Wave gently in the field, ] 

And breathe perfume of new mowq 

hay. _ • , 

Behold its bounteous yield. ^y. 

Where life is free as light of sun, 

Both health and joy combine, 
And nature's God loves _ everyone 

Who keep his laws divine; 'n: 

Where we enjoyed the bounteous 
yield 

Of fruit and golden grain, '*\ 

All blushing, fresh, just from the field, 

No better could obtain. 

We had no need of pure food stamp, 
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*Twas handled by no factory scamp, 
Nor canned with stuff to kill. 

But just as God had made the food, 
By nature to us sent, 

We ate it and pronounced it good, 
Were happy and content. 

Then raise your children on the farm, 

'Twill make them healthy, strong, 
And free from city's blighting harm, 

And tainted mottled throng. 
Train their young minds for truth 
and right, 

In honest, upright ways, 
That they, life's battles well may 
fight 

In all their future days. 



SOW SEEDS OF KINDNESS 

When the birds begin to sing. 
Trill their welcome notes of spring. 
And you sow your annual crop, 
A few seeds of kindness drop. 
'They will flourish and increase. 
And will bring a truce for peace. 
An abundance of good cheer; 
Each and all a smile will wear. 

The result will be so good, 
\That all in the neighborhood 
Will adopt it for a crop. 
Its influence will not stop, 
But will on and on increase. 
Bring a universal peace, 
^And the seed will multiply 
Until every one will try 

To produce still more and more 
/^han they did the year before. 

It will spread all o'er the world, 
"^And Christ's banner will unfurl, 

And Christ's precepts all will own, 

From the seed that you have sown. 

\nd we'll praise him o'er and o'er, 
When we reach that heavenly shore. 



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OUR MOTHERS 



Our mothers dear with silver hair, 
With gracious mien and saintly air. 
Are pillars of this nation's pride, 
For youth a safe and faithful guide. 



There's love within the quiet grace, 
The kindly eyes and smiling face. 
That speaks with silent words of 

cheer, 
And makes them to us very dear. 

The love in their unfaltering eyes, 
That points to mansions in the skies, 
That charms the child to quiet sleep. 
And o'er it faithful vigils keep. 

The lips that breathe the earnest 

prayer 
For youths and children everywhere. 
Instilled a faith within the soul 
That mighty nations doth control. 

And blazed the path that nations trod, 
And led men to the throne of God. 
To each good mother all should bow, 
With sacred honors crown her brow. 

My mother dear, I'll ne'er forget, 
Her saintly face is with me yet. 
She's been through all my years of 

strife 
The guardian angel of my life. 



NEVER PROCASTINATE 

If you have a kind word to speak, 

O, speak it to your brother now. 
Don't wait until it is too late. 

And death damp rests upon his 
brow. 
Speak quickly, what the spirit brings. 

For time, delay will not allow. 
She soars away on tireless wings. 

Then while you feel it, speak it 
now. 

If you wish a kind deed to do, 

Lest you should tempt the hand of 
fate. 
And circumstance not wait for you. 

O do it ere it is too late. 
If you have a kind gift to give, 

Don't wait, at once the gift allow. 
Your friend, 'twill help to better live, 

O give it to your brother now. 

So speak the word and do the deed. 
With kindness lift the fainting 
brow. 

To love and mercy e'er give heed. 
Don't wait too late, but do it now. 



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Don't wait till friends all hope have 
lost, 

Until with sad and languid brow, 
They faint and fall all tempest tossed, 

O give your aid, and give it now. 



DID THEY FIND THE POLE 

They claim that they have found the 
pole, 

And solved its hidden past. 
Both Cook and Peary claim the roll 

Of honor, that should last. 
They claim they pierced the frozen 
zone, 

That field of ice and frost. 
Where hunting for that vast unknown 

So many lives were lost. 

Now what good proof has either 
brought. 

That he was at the pole. 
Has either one or both a thought 

The people to cajole? 
Did either witnesses enroll 

By which to prove the fact. 
That they had really found the pole 

Before returning back? 

Or did each one go all alone, 

The great north pole to find? 
As Dr. Cook did frankly own. 

Left his escort behind. 
When I go out to find the pole, 

Its location to gain, 
I'll take good men upon the roll, 

To make the matter plain. 

And men of science they shall be. 
Well versed in Arctic lore. 

They shall go to the pole with me. 
Its regions to explore. 

Our records then will all agree, 
Each fact we will enroll. 

Then we'll get up and swear, you see, 

That we camped at the pole. 



CRUELTY FIGHTING AND WAR; 
RELICS OF BARBARISM 

The people of this glorious age. 
Far better morals should engage, 
Than in the old primeval day 
Of this new world America. 



For in primeval days of yore, 
Pigeon shooting was the score. 
The birds were shot while on the 

wing, 
Hearts of the marksmen had no \ 

sting. .; 

Some birds were crippled, could not 

fly' . . . ^ 

And left with broken wmg to die. I 

And many with a calloused heart, 
Would go for miles to see the sport. 
Gents of early English age. 
Enjoyed bull baiting on the stage. 
The dogs were trained to seize the 

bull 
By muzzle, and hang on and pull. 



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Some times the dog was gored to 

death, 
Or held the bull till out of breath. 
And both were weary and forlorn, 
Bull's muzzle being badly torn. 
And in that barbarous resort, 
They all enjoyed the bloody sport. 
And England thought that cruel plan , 
Would add more courage to her men. 

Such cruel sports should pass away, 
We are more civilized today. 
Cock fighting is no more, for sport, 
Except in some drunken resort, 
Where criminals and black legs meet. 
And with each other do compete. 

Even the rat pit has disappeared, 
Such minor sports no longer heard. 
One hundred rats within a pit, 
A terrier within the midst of it. 
Such sports no longer are approved. 
As civilization onward moves. 
And now no racing club can swell, I 
Their purse and run a gambling hell. 

And take the father's cash for sport, 
That wife and children should sup- 
port. ) 
In every country civilized 
The cruel sport is now despised. 
Of mating animals to fight, ' 
An act that all know is not right. , 
But strange to say in this fair land. 
Where patriots on their honor stand. 

Prize fight promoters still can take. 
Two human beings for a stake. 
And have them fight like cats and 
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one is bleeding like a hog, 
-•.^lOcked senseless, unable to rise, 
Has lost the victory and the priz^e. 
While thugs and thieves are happy 

quite 
To see degraded humans fight. 

Such was the case not long ago, 
And in the west they held the show. 
And on the state disgrace did bring 
For tolerating such a thing. 
"Twas thugs' and criminals' delight, 
To see a white and black man fight. 
Gamblers and pickpockets were there, 
Such is the prize ring anywhere. 

The love of sheer brutality. 
Prepares the way for such to be, 
They love to see them draw the blood 
Delight to see the crimson flood, 
""he Indian with his bloody knife, 
"king to take his victim's life 
3 parallel to those who fight, 
And in the prize ring take delight. 

There are some people yet, who 

claim 
It makes a boy manly and game, 
If he will battle for the right 
And very early learn to fight. 

great mistake those people make, 
If they would only kindness take. 
They would more oft secure the right, 
Than by engaging in a fight. 

A thing more nice we seldom see 
Than children round their father's 

knee, 
And hear the father to them read 
The story of how Christ did bleed, 
And no retaliation seek, 
When smitten turned the other cheek, 
But shocking, if he says, "Boys, fight. 
When you're contending for the 

right." 

No more inhuman argument, 

Than some folks foist with brazen 

cant; 
So make your opponents do right 
You must engage them in a fight. 
It should not necessary be. 
To argue, all just men can see 
That all sports that degrading are. 
Are void of honor and unfair. 

Fighting instinct is kept alive 



By fighting talk, by those who strive 
To keep the prize ring in their mind. 
Who in it brutal pleasure find. 
Imagine what the effect will be. 
When moving pictures children see, 
Of brutal prize fights that have been 
Between two stalwart, brutish men. 

Thank God, the prize fight soon will 

cease, 
The world is more and more for 

peace. 
And cruel sports of days of yore 
Will soon be heard and seen no more. 
Fighting as individual strife 
Is like war in a nation's life. 
All nations will not be at peace 
Till individual fighting cease. 

Please note what wars of recent past 
Mean to this country, what they cost. 
Five hundred millions cost last year, 
For many, many pensions dear. 
And every year still more will be. 
Yearly increase her destiny. 
This nation's conscience soon must be 
For peace, or she'll have bankruptcy. 
We must adopt a lasting peace, 
Financial power to increase. 
The money we will save, I'm sure, 
Will build a great canal each year. 
And educate all children good, 
Would grade and bridge this nation's 
roads. 

That vast amount now thrown away, 
And labor wasted day by day, 
Would irrigate the deserts _all, 
Reclaim the swamp lands, great and 

small. 
Give homes to millions, yet unborn. 
Make happy millions now forlorn, 
The fighting spirit here must cease, 
Must be replaced by love of peace. 

The love of brutal force must die. 
To live it must have a supply 
Of individual bickerings. 
And battles of the cruel rings. 
The prize ring, it is safe to say. 
Is doomed in this country today. 
'Tis due to many an honest soul, 
Whose name kind angels will enroll. 

The governors and mayors, too. 
The clergymen and others true, 
Have stood for everything that's good 



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That men are one grand brotherhood. 
And now we hope that wars will 

cease, 
And we'll have universal peace, 
With harmony from shore to shore, 
And peace will reign for evermore. 



THE FASHIONS 

Ye ladies of America, 

So honored and so blest. 
Daughters of noble freeman, 

Who are not by laws oppressed, 
Your styles of dress so often change, 

To suit some Frenchmen's whim. 
That it the plans will disarrange 

Of those who follow him. 

If they are not what you would 
choose, 

Because they are the style 
You never, never do refuse, 

But wear them all the while. 
The hobble skirt so scant and slim 

Was worshiped in its day, _ 
But, like all other foolish whims, 

It soon will pass amay. 

Then tell me not the hobble skirt 

Has very long so stay, 
For maids who stumble in the dirt 

Will throw the thing away. 
And hats of late have grown so fast 

They hide the ladies' hair. 
If such a hideous style should last, 

I really do declare, 

It soon will hide her eyes and nose, 

Results we all should dread. 
'Twill hide her face then, I suppose, 

She next will lose her head, 
And then she'd have no use for rats. 

And they will disappear, 
And so will those gigantic hats 

That now the ladies wear. 

And such has ever been the case, 

What Paris may design 
Columbial"s dau^ghters, with much 
grace 

Declare it is divine. 
And each will do her level best, 

And hustle all the while. 
To get ahead of all the rest, 

In wearing the new style. 



Now, ladies of America, 

I know you have the sense 
To shape the fashions of the day, 

And now you should commence 
And no French fashion patronize, 

But make what you desire. 
Use common sense and fashions wise. 

That people will admire. 

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!E 
NO SECTS OR CREEDS IN 
HEAVEN 

I dreamed, and thought it was so nice'^ 
That, near the gate of paradise, 
St. Peter stands, to guard the way, 
And is on duty night and day. 
I stood beside that faithful guard, 
Made notes of everything 1 heard, 
And everything I chanced to see 
I treasured in my memory. 

A Methodist Bishop, at the gate, 
A pleasing story did relate. 
That he was God's ambassador. 
And asked to gain admittance there. 
St. Peter said, "My brother, sir, 
We suffer none to enter here 
Who bring sectarian robes or gems,, 
Emblems of creed or diadems. 

"Thy church discipline proves, indeed [ 
Thy church is built upon a creed. 
We have a place outside the gate, 
For all who come here soon or late 
Where they of everything are freed, [ 
Pertaining to a sect or creed, 
All robe3, and crown^, and creed 

books too, 
And idols of Gentile or Jew, ' 



"Into a burning pit we turn. 
Of fire, the works of man to burn, 
For it has ever been God's plan 
To burn all foolishness of man." 
The prelate, with an humble look. 
Cast off his robes, also his book, 
And said, " Kind sir, I will submit, 
I cast them all into the pit," 

Then Peter gave him this advice 
"There's seven spheres in Paradise, 
And seven cirlces in each sphere, 
Forty-nine grades of people there. 
In moral worth those people grade, 
From worst to best in every shade. 



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he psychic law existing there, 
Vill place thee in thy proper sphere. 

The spheres are one great normal 

school, 

Vhere all live by the golden rule, 
ind all the nations fall in line, 
*rogress and learn the true divine, 
ind if thou hast ambition strong, 
\.spire to progress right along. 
\y missionary work while there, 
'hou canst attain to higher spheres. 

And when the highest sphere thou 

reach, 
lave learned what all the angels 

teach, 
hou canst supernal regions trace, 
i.nd travel anywhere in space; 
^nd leave celestial courts above, 

visit friends thou once did love, 
.id if thou wilst thou'lt ever be 

Progressing through eternity." 

i.nd next a Quaker came that way, 
Vith broad brimmed hat and clothes 

of gray, 
it. Peter said, "Thy clothes please 

change, 
n paradise thou wouldst look strange. 
"Ill' -lothes and hat are very trite, 

1 Paradise they wear pure white." 
ie donned a white suit then and 

there, 
^nd went into his proper sphere. 

Text came a Baptist man of God, 
Vho. in Christ's steps had always 

trod, 

tlso a Christian preacher fine, 
)Oth claimed to be the true divine, 
t Peter said, "Brothers please grant 
"hat thou art too intolerant, 
ris not baptismal forms while there, 
Tor sects nor creed thy skirts will 

clear. 

But good intentions on thy part, 
Cind acts and words, and honest 

heart, 

Vith charity for all mankind, 
'hen God's approval thou wilst find. 
l11 should together work for good, 
ind work as one grand brotherhood, 
io in and find thy proper sphere 
md progress onward ever more." 



Then came two Presbyterians fine, 
Each claimed to be the true divine. 
One was the old, the other new, 
Each thought the other one untrue. 
St. Peter said, "Contention brings 
Unhappiness from little things. 
'Tis not church forms, nor forms of 

prayer 
That pleases God while thou art there. 

"But love and kindness on thy part 
To all, with cheerful honest heart. 
Christ said, 'All kindness given free 
Is kindness given unto me.' 
Henceforth let it be understood 
The world is one grand brotherhood. 
Go in, thy proper sphere to find, 
And leave intolerance behind." 

A Catholic Priest in fine robe clad. 
Came claiming power as that of God, 
His church, the only one that's right. 
For Christ has waged an earnest 

fight. 
St. Peter said, in accent loud, 
"Thou hast no reason to be proud, 
Thy claim and boast, long, long, has 

been. 
That thou hast power to remit sin. 

"Such power to man was never given, 
It rests alone with God in heaven. 
Cast off thy priestly robe today. 
And for thyself get down and pray. 
Lest God should place on thee His 

ban, 
For claiming to be God and man. 
Cast off thy robe and creedal things. 
That true contempt from heaven 

brings. 

"And learn this day that all the 

world, 
No matter what banner unfurled. 
Should work as one grand brother- 
hood, 
And always be found doing good. 
For 'tis true charity and love. 
That gains a seat in courts above, 
Pass through this gate and enter 

there. 
Where thou wilst find thy proper 
sphere." 

A Christian Scientist then came. 
And to St. Peter made this claim, 
"My church is the only true way. 
'Tis the true Christian church to-day. 



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In late discoveries we find, 
Man's power is all in the mind. 
By force of will, we can, now see. 
From sickness keep the body fret, 

"If faith is good, no doubts or fears. 
We all could live one hundred years. 
And then by power of the mind, 
We can the courts of heaven find." 
St. Peter raised his hand and smiled. 
And said, "Be not deceived, dear 

child, 
Indulge not in such ideas strange, 
God's natural laws thou canst not 

change. 

"Much power has the mind, I own. 
But power is not in thought alone. 
When ghastly wounds are flowing 

blood, 
Thoughts cannot stop the crimson 

flood. 
Lest other means thou quickly try, 
The body soon will surely die. 
Do good for evil, day by day 
And live uprightly on thy way. 

"Of loving thoughts, thy God is fond. 
But all thy works must correspond. 
Then trust thee not to thoughts alone 
Both faith and works will reach the 

throne. 
Know ye henceforth, that all the 

world, 
Should have the same banner un- 
furled. 
And spend their lives in doing good, 
And work, as one grand brotherhood. 

"But all when they get over there. 
Must go to their own proper sphere. 
By humble efforts of their own — 
Work up, if they would reach the 

throne. 
Pass in where thou wilst ever be. 
Learning through all eternity. 
And in thj' proper sphere remain. 
Until thou higher spheres obtain." 

Then came a Spiritualist to the gate. 
Unto St. Peter did relate 
The story of his firm belief. 
Its meaning, but in words quite brief, 
He said, "I have no church, no creed. 
My ladder, I build with kindly deeds, 
By which to climb to heaven's gate 
And enter in that blessed state. 



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"Christ's precepts are the best of all 
And we should heed them, great ai| 

small, 
By acts of charity and love. 
Prepare for heavenly spheres abo\ 
Our hope is based on doing good, ll 
The world is our great brotherhoo| 
And Christ our pattern while we' 

here, 
We hope to meet him over there. 



"Where we can bask in breezes fini 
In the presence of the divine. 
And there enjoy his gracious smil 
And there be happy all the while, 
St. Peter opened wide the gate, 
And to the Spiritualist did state, 
"Go in and climb from sphere 

sphere. 
When at the top, Christ will 1 

there." 



Then came a man of no belief. 
He could not state his thoughts 

brief. 
He asked St. Peter, "What's til 

price ! 

For tickets into Paradise." t 

St. Peter said, "The way is free, i 
To all who here apply to me. 
But all who enter must repair i 

To their own rightful proper spher I 

"But thou must work with all th 

might. 
To get thy heart and spirit right. 1 
Then upward, upward, onward presj 
By missionary work progress. [ 

But if thou idle, there remain, ] 
Thou heavenly courts will never gaii; 
Remorse and guilt will be thy shar< 
Go in and work and persevere." 

1) 
And next a Mormon preacher cameii 
And to St. Peter pressed his claim, : 
Declared admittance he must get. i 
St. Peter said, "Dear sir, not yet. n 
The preacher said, "This latter da;| 
We've shown the world a better wa;^ 
We more than do our share fror, 

birth. 
To help God populate the earth. 



St. Peter said, "The rules among 
Disciples of old Brigham Young 
In Paradise abhorrence bring, 
They tolerate no impure thing. 



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hy harem thou must leave behind 

Paradise one soul mate find 
hy carnal mind thou must subdue, 
je to thy soul mate ever true. 

rhy mind so carnally is bent, 

iVill take thee ages to repent. 

o to the sphere thou dost deserve 

nd if thou hast courage and nerve 

o persevere in doing good 

o all. as one grand brotherhood, 

istead of body use thy brain, 

higher spheres thou mayst attain." 

n Adventist came to the gate, 
rid to St. Peter he did state. 

thought I in the grave would stay, 
ntil the resurrection day. 
At since I find myself alive, 
or greater knowledge I will strive, 
id I will surely do my best, 
'hen I get to that place of rest. 

thought that life would soon expire, 
le earth would be destroyed by fire, 
It still she makes her daily round, 
ernally, she's onward bound." 

Peter said, "Time ne'er will end, 
le earth will keep her annual trend, 
) in and find thy proper sphere 
ogress in knowledge evermore. 

he spirit sleeps not in the grave, 
ernal life to it He gave 
id, when the body lives no more, 
le spirit seeks another shore; 
t life on earth will never end. 
me Nature's laws God will defend, 

1 days with Him are holy days, 

.d all should give Him endless 
praise." 

d next a Hardshell Baptist came, 
d to St. Peter made this claim, 
ind sir, I'm one of God's elect, 
d He will never me reject 
d He will guard and save me, too, 
matter what I say or do, 

I predestined to be His son, 

" can't undo what He has done." 

Peter looked surprised and smiled 
d said, "Be not deceived dear 

child, 
ist died for all the human race, 
whom His precepts do embrace 

II be received by Him on high, 



And meet Him in the bye and bye. 
Thou canst Him choose or Him re- 
ject. 
All those who come He will protect. 

"God predestined no living man 
To condemnation's endless ban, 
But all are moral agents free 
To shape their future destiny. 
Whom love and charity possess. 
Onward and upward will progress. 
Go in, thy proper sphere to find 
And leave thy selfish views behind." 

And many came from other sects. 
And all preached from the self same 

text. 
Each plea was on the self same line, 
Each claimed his church, the church 

divine. 
St. Peter placed them in a row, 
And said, "Thou very soon will know 
That man is ignorant and weak. 
Will blindly, paths to heaven seek. 

"One man will read the Bible 

through. 
Another one will read it too. 
They cannot understand the same. 
And neither one can be to blame. 
A man is not to blame, 'tis so. 
For what he really does not know. 
But thou wilst hear in Paradise 
The true instruction and advice. 

"And learn from teachers of great 

worth, 
Of what thou shouldst have learned 

on earth. 
That sects and creeds amount to 

naught, 
But breed diversity of thought. 
I wish to have thee understand 
If thou wouldst reach the promised 

land 
Thou must have love and charity 
For all mankind on land and sea." 

"All must deal honestly and square 
With every one on earth while there. 
For God searches all, on His part 
And knows the contents of each 

heart. 
And His rewards are just and fair 
For contents found while searching 

there. 



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All must be forever on their guard, 
For acts will bring their just reward 

"Then, all should be found doing 

good. 
All live as one grand brotherhood, 
Make not their god, lucre and pelf, 
Each love his neighbor as hirnseli. 
Please all join hands with joyful 

cheers. 
Go in and find thy proper spheres. 
Where all who strive for higher 

spheres. 
Can progress on for endless years. 

"And to the highest sphere attain, 
Unbounded knowledge can obtain, 
And then supernal heavens view, 
Be ever learning something new. 
Thou must leave sects and creeds be- 
hind 
The straight and narrow path to find. 
And God will all thy efforts bless. 
Crown thee with peace and happi- 
ness." 



A DESPERATE CASE 

In Manchester, Connecticut 

A boy of eight years old 
Confessed a dozen robberies. 

And is. a robber bold. 
He has no parental care. 

His deeds of tender years 
Have brought his parents sorrow, 

And caused many bitter tears. 

He has been smoking cigarettes 

Since four years was his age. 
And in that fatal practice 

He has constantly engaged. 
Too young to be admitted 

To an institute for crime, 
And yet unsafe to run at large 

In this progressive time. 

So weakened is his moral strength, 

By cigarettes so strong, 
That he has not the moral sense 

To know right from the wrong. 
We should enact a stringent law, 

And should that law invoke. 
To punish careless parents who 

Suffer children to smoke. 



THAT BEAUTIFUL HOME 

O there is a home in a beautiful la 

Where the sun tints in loveline 

glow. 

And our loved ones abide on tb 
beautiful strand 
That is veiled from our vision fc 
low. 
'Tis a beautiful place in that brigi 
world so fair, 
Where life will its pleasures renc;! 
And our loved ones are waiting 
welcome us there. 
In that land of ethereal blue. 

We have many loved friends in thl 

beautiful home, 

Who left us in sorrow and tears.. 

They left us alone in our sorrow 

roam, 

With few to make happy our yean 

We miss them and still in our meri 

ory bright. 

By faith, their loved faces we viej 

And see them all robed in ethere 

white. 

Around us their love to renew. 

We'll bask in the smiles of our lov« 
ones so true. 
Where death shall o'ertake us i 
more. 
We'll joyfully greet them, our lo'i 
will renew, j 

And dwell on that beautiful shor 
Let us live day by day for that beaij 
tiful home 
And adorn it by living aright. 
Where pure spirits dwell and tl 
angels will come 
And guide us through spheres pui 
and bright. 

Do you long to meet friends in th; 
beautiful home. 
Who await you in gardens 5 
bright? 
Then build it so pure that the ange. 
may come 
Arrayed in their robes of pur 
white. 
For with your pure thoughts ani 
your labor of love i 

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)r we build with our thoughts our 

mansion above, 
That home with the pure and the 
I true. 

e stand in full view of that beau- 
tiful strand 

Where our loved ones oft float in 
the air, 

id beckon us on to that beautiful 
land, 

Whose scenes are entrancingly fair. 

iat beautiful mansion is not far 
away; 

[ts shadows no longer concealed. 

r we live in the morn of a beautiful 
day, 

A'^hen our loved ones have won- 
ders revealed. 



YOUR RIGHTS 



u have no right_ to steal what adds 

fo others happiness, 

d thus increase and add unto 

fhe wealth that you possess. 

u have no right to be a fool 

vnd give a fool's advice, 

- knowledge, also wisdom, is 

Vithout money, without price, 

waiting all around for you 

Vith daily earnest call 

i wishing to impart to you 

he wisdom given to all. 

1 have no right to be a slave 

whiskey, wine or beer 
nakes a man a fool and knave 
nd lose his pride and care. 

akes the money that should go 
is family to support. 

1 very often, don't you know, 
: gets him into court. 

I have no right to sail your ship 
igged with another's sail, 

on your neighbor hold a grip 
hat will cause him to fail. 

have no right to lose your sense, 
our honor, and your zeal, 
give an honest recompense 
hen you with others deal, 
have no right to spurn a freak, 
OT laugh at his expense. 



Nor take advantage of the weak 
Because they lack in sense. 

You have no right to trample down 

The rights of other men. 
To cause a tear, a sigh or frown 

Nor give another pain. 
You have no right to borrow 

From your neighbor, day by day. 
And promise pay tomorrow 

And always forget to pay. 

You have no right to tattle. 

Though you think the story true. 
It often leads to battle. 

And much trouble makes for you. 
But one thing is our common right. 

As all good men agree. 
Regardless of all fear or might. 

Be honest and be free. 



TO A BOUQUET OF FLOWERS. 

Fresh blooming flowers, O how I 

adore thee, 
Sweet gift from heaven, I love thy 

perfume. 
Sweet is thy fragrance, O I want thee 

near me. 
Charming my heart with thy beautiful 

bloom. 

Lovely thy petals, their beauty en- 
chants me. 
Emblem of purity, gift from above, 
Toys of the angels, thy sweet per- 
fume haunts me. 
Thou art the sweetest expression 
of love. 

No sweeter gift e'er to man hast been 
given. 
Sent to bring pleasure and joy to 
the heart. 
Gift sent from God, by the angels of 
heaven. 
God's sweetest beautiful present 
thou art. 



THE LOVED AND LOST 

O, those lovely baby faces 
That are still so dear to me, 

I can see in memory's traces. 
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When in dreams their lovely greeting, 
Brings sweet joy and bliss to me, 

But that joy is quickly fleeting, 
When I wake to memory. 

There were other lovely faces 
That were more mature in years, 

Who possessed so many graces 
That their parting filled with tears. 

Every eye that e'er had known them, 
While in youth and beauty here, 

All in sorrow did deplore them. 
When the Lord had called them 
there. 

0, my joy will be unbounded, 
When upon that shining shore, 

1, by them will be surrounded. 
And we all shall part no more. 

Where we'll bask in smiles and kisses, 
In that lovely spirit sphere, 

And enjoy the sweet caresses. 
Of our loved ones over there. 



A BIRTHDAY WISH 

With all my heart, dear friend of 

mine, 
I wish good health may e'er be thine 
With many friends thou wilst be blest 
That peace and joy, will with thee 

rest. 

Wealth, power, honor, I ask for thee, 
A wealth of love for bond and free. 
That's rich in words, in actions kind. 
That brings joy to a troubled mind. 

And power not alone for thee, 
But power to set the helpless free, 
Who are oppressed, downcast and 

weak. 
To give pure thoughts to those who 

seek. 

And honor that comes from being just 
And being true to every trust. 
That brings new joys for every day. 
And brings God's blessing on thy 
way. 

Also it is my daily prayer. 
That many will those blessings share, 
And cease all bickering and strife, 
And live a pure and blameless life. 



A WINTER SLEET 

Stark and leafless stand the trees 
Waving in the winter breeze. 
And the wind begins to blow. 
With a little rain you know; 
Soon the right degree of cold, 
That will make it stick and hold; 
Then the ice becomes so thick, 
On the trees and limbs so slick. 



On the fence and on the ground,} 
And on everything around. 
With a solid icy glare. 
Covers all things everywhere. 
And if you should venture out, 
On a little shopping scout, 
You must have sufficient nerve. 
Equilibrium to preserve. 

If the proper nerve you lack 
You will land upon your back; 
But the sight is simply grand. 
If you rise and take a stand. 
And behold all things in view, 
Clothed in ice surrounding you. 
For the limbs are bending low. 
Sparkling with a silver glow. 

When the rain has ceased to flow, 
And the wind has ceased to blow, 
And the sun shines on the scene, 
With a glow grand and serene, 
Shimmering threads of golden Hg 
With their dazzling rays so bright 
Send a crystal sunlight beam, 
Like a brilliant diamond"s gleam. 

While the prismic colors flash, ' 
Like a will-o'-the-wisp they daslt. 
And the brilliant dazzling glow, 
Will enchant and charm you so. 
You'll in ecstacy rejoice. 
With a happy, joyful voice. 
You'll exclaim, O! could I dwell 
With this sweet enchanting spell. 



That so charms my very heart, 
I from it would ne'er depart; 
I would gaze from morn till n 
On this glorious charming sigh 
I would settle down to rest. 
Here to be forever blest. 
Reader, such a scene you'll greetj 
When you see a winter sleet 



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E CRY OF SORROW MAKES How Michael Angelo once changed 

ALL MEN BROTHERS his face 

By years of thought on one subject 

;re is no heart but hath with an- confined. 

guish bled, 

[o eye but hath with bitter tears Those years he thought to make a 

been wet, perfect face 

voice but hath from bitter anguish With mallet and with chisel was his 

. said theme, 

ain words of wrath, it ever will And long he worked with patience 

regret. and with grace 

re IS no lip, although with laugh- To imitate the object of his dream 

ter gay, 

s words though cheerful, light And when that perfect face was made 

and joyous be, complete, 

It hath trembled in some former He called his friends, experts, the 

"^y? . face to view, 

rom grief and sorrow and deep Lo and behold, a countenance so 

misery. sweet 

But Michael Angelo they scarcely 

re IS no cheek, however bright knew. 

and fair, 

-it oft hath blanched, whene'er To make that perfect face had been 

the heart hath bled; his choice 

eye but in its sympathetic stare So long, that it became of him a 

Duceals a cherished hope that long part, 

hath fled. It changed his looks, his features and 

n all join hands as brothers on his voice, 

the way, His face surprised them more than 

1 traveling to the same eternal did his art. 

goal, 

lature all are equal, then we pray And what was true of Michael Angelo 

; kind and just to every living Is als.o surely true of you and I 

soul. The thought in heart and mind is 

sure though slow, 
To change us and control us by 
and by. 



each and all have drank of sor- 
row's cup, 
lat leveler of every human part. 

its bitter dregs they often sup, 
.vill humble and will cleanse the 

hardened heart, 
hankful for the blessed hope that 

cheers 
d gives relief in dire affliction 

sore, 
staff and shield in our declining 

years, 

hope of joys upon the other 

shore. 



Then how important it is to us all 
That our inmost thoughts should 
all be pure; 
That we by evil thoughts should 
never fall. 
But by good thoughts, a happy 
future sure. 



! POWER OF THE MIND 
ON THE BODY 

Ircumstance in history we trace, 
Jstrating the power of the mind. 



MATERIAL THINGS ARE MOR- 
TAL. 

I wandered by my childhood home. 

Where I so oft did play, 
With schoolmates, who so often 
came, 
With us to spend the day, 
Where apples, pears and peaches 
grew. 
With plenty and to spare. 



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It brought to mind the days anew, 
So happily spent there. 

Where I had seen them turn the sod, 

Of prairie wild and new; 
Where buffalo, so oft had trod, 

And sweet wild flowers grew. 
Where I so often, in my youth, 

Had helped the farm to till; 
Imbibed the principles of truth, 

That linger with me still. 



But. lo! the change that time hau 
made 

Since fifty years ago. 
The sickle of his wrath had laid. 

The first improvements low. 
Buildings and fences all had passed. 

And new ones in their stead. 
The hand of time their forms did 
blast. 

And many trees were dead. 



The grove and orchard on the farm 
All scarred, with gaps between; 

The borers and the blasting storm 
Had changed the lovely scene. 

The spring, on which we care be- 
stowed. 

Was nowhere to be found. 

Where crystal water long had flowed, 
Was piped beneath the ground. 



The occupants were strange to me, 

None had I ever known. 
Loved ones whom there I used to 
see 

To spirit life had flown. 
The old friends, who had tilled the 
land, 

That dear old farm around 
Not one of that dear social band 

Could anywhere be found. 

A pang of sorrow filled my heart. 

This fact it did portray. 
That all things mortal must depart. 

Take wings and fly away. 
And vividly it brought to mind, 

That we, while life is given. 
Should ever live so we can find 

A welcome home in heaven. 



THE CITADEL OF LOVE 

If thou wouldst fathom and revea 

Love's heights, her depths, her c 
adel. 
Ask not, nor crave another's zeal 

Nor offerings thy purse to swell 
But give with charity, O give 

No matter where, nor what 1 
price. 
Thou'lt find the citadel of love, 

Through charity and sacrifice. 

For 'tis a consolation sweet, 

To oft extend a helping hand 
To helpless ones thou chance to met 
Thy own heart's love it will e 
pand. 
Those whom thy bounty did relie 
Will for thee cherish, praise a 
love; 
Their heartfelt thanks, thou wilst if 
ceive, 
With thy reward, in spheres abo-v 

Then harbor not a selfish thought, 

To cause a living soul to pine; | 
Let all thy acts and words be fraug^ 

With charity and love divine. 
Then thou wilst find love's citadelu 

Is in thy heart, and there true lo\T 
And peace, and joy, wilst ever dwe 

And bless thee in the spher 
above. 



THE ATLANTIS 



A diseription of the Island, Atlantis, nvht 
ivas sivalloivedup and totally submerged 
the hosom of the sea, about I0;000 years a 
by an earthquake, as described by the Spt 
of Simon Solomon, the supreme ruler of t 
spiritual Atlanteans , inivhich he addresss 
the fair Isle of the Sea; and the story ivov 
into njerst by the author, J. F. Myers. I 

lovely Atlantis, as once in tF" 

glory, 
T see the sun bathe thee in purpi ' 
mist o'er. 
As thou stood resplendent, and blc 
was thy story. 

1 see the waves bathing thy one 

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nd then in the twilight of one fatal 
morning, 

A lurid flame rises, that makes 

heaven bright, 
mighty upheaval which came with- 
out warning. 

And, lo! thou wast sinking and soon 
out of sight. 

d then I beheld in the place thou 

wast standing. 
A great sea of water that covered 

thee o'er, 
d vessels that sailed found no place 

for a landing, 
And never again found thy beauti- 
ful shore, 
ly people were onqe called of God, 

as a nation, 
To multiply much and replenish the 

earth, 
scatter abroad and to fill every 

station. 
Creating new nations and giving 

them birth. 

d when thou didst sink 'neath the 

bed of the ocean, 
\nd all thy beloved filled a watery 

grave, 

y glory departed, as God's chosen 
I nation. 
The sea of Sargasso, did over thee 

wave, 
d thousands of years thou hast 

been under water, 
Jut in regal splendor thou long did 

exist, 
d that fatal day when the quake 

didst thee slaughter, 
^as eight thousand years ere the 

era of Christ. 

(hough many thousands of years 
have passed o'er thee,, 

ince thou sank to rest where thou 
suddenly sped, 

Y relics exist and thy people de- 
plore thee, 

ind cherish thee still, though be- 
low ocean's bed, 

f beautiful hills where the spark- 
ling waves bound thee, 

|V^ast_one lovely garden thy people 
did love. 



But since thou hast water above and 
around thee, 
Thy people hast mansions in realms 
above. 

Thy men were in husbandry skilled in 
their powers, 
Thy beautiful hills blossomed out 
like the rose. 
They brought from the eafth precious 
jewels and flowers. 
Much minerals and metals thy 
mines did disclose. 
Thy people were wiser than those 
who came later, 
Their wisdom went with them and 
with them doth stay, 
But of many nations they were the 
creator, 
They are the ancestors of races 
today. 

They built lovely temples, adorned 
them with treasure. 
And lined them with gold plate, in- 
laid with rare gems. 
Thy women were beautiful, fair be- 
yond measure. 
And often were decked with a rich 
diadem, 
And wise for their time, for the air 
they breathed daily. 
Redolent with poetry, music, and 
art, 
And life was sublime, and its purpose 
was wholly. 
To cultivate attributes good, of the 
heart. 

When thou vast submerged 'neath the 
waves of the ocean, 
The forces pent up 'neath thy wat- 
ery coat. 
With power they burst forth, from 
their close pent up station, 
New islands threw up in the 
ocean remote. 
In due course of time, those upheav- 
als quite plainly, 
Formed some parts of Europe, 
America too, 
The washing of waves added rriuch, 
and was mainly 
The force that created America 
new. 



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Poseidon, a very wise man of thy 
nation, 
And also a ruler in that early day. 
Was blest with ten sons, and his own, 
ruling passion. 
Was born in each son, and was 
destined to stay. 
The father divided in ten equal por- 
tions. 
Gave one to each son as his portion 
to guide; 
Those ten brothers soon swelled the 
ranks of the nation. 
Their progeny came with an in- 
creasing tide. 



They worshipped the sun as thei 
spiritual father, 
Knew no other god in that prime 
val day. ^ 

The sun they called father, tTie mooi] 
they called mother, 
Such was their belief, till they alf|\ 
passed away. 
Thy temples were marvels of fin^ 
architecture. 
Thy dwellings were marvels o 
beauty and art, 
And want was unknown, thou was^ 
thy own protector. 
For wealth wast thy portion, anc 
freedom thy part. 



And wisdom, and beauty, and power, 
was their portion. 
And the eldest son of each family 
did lead. 
And watch o'er their own rightful 
part of the nation, 
Atlantis thy people were happy, in- 
deed. 
And each of those kingdoms a circle 
provided. 
Divided were they, by a high wall 
of stone. 
And each of those kingdoms in three 
was divided, 
That each could in peace rule his 
part as his own. 



Thy trees full of fruits, and of nutfj' 
ever-bearing. 
In fields an abundance wast alway;) 
on hand. 

Thy trading ships brought to thi 
people, when plying. 
Products from afar of the fruitt 
of the land. 
Thy people were then known asi 
God's chosen nation, 
They settled in different parts o| 
the earth. 
While them and their progeny Hllec 
many stations. 
And gave to their people a nationa 
birth. 



And three walls were built for each 
son, he to rule them. 
The outer one stone, and the next 
carved with brass. 
The third a red stone which was 
called auriculium. 
Beyond this a wall of a dififerent 
class. 
This last wall was gold, and within 
was a palace, 
Accessible only to king and the 
queen, 
Where they could dwell safely, no 
matter how callous. 
And there rest in peace, and be 
calm and serene. 



And thy own dear people were move; 
and protected, 
where their finer natures will al 
ways be pure, 
And now they are called the diving! 
and collected 
For ever to dwell in a heavenb 
sphere. 
Dear reader I know not the trutl 
of this story, 
I give it as it was received fron 
above. j 

From one who has left his owr 
bright courts of glory. 
To tell of Atlantis, the country h« 
loved. 



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HE TREE PLANTER A BENE- 
FACTOR 

rand vales of prairie in the west 
.Exist for miles without a tree, 
nd he who wishes for the best, 
A lovely country soon to see,' 
^ill plant a grove of hardy trees 
His home and orchard to protect, 
hd make sweet music with the 

breeze, 
iAnd give his home a tine aspect. 

id, still, the man who plants a tree 
"s adding blessings to the world, 
will to future people be 
A friendly shade, with boughs un- 
furled; 
>r feathered songsters it will be 
A home, and crooning mother bird 
om burning sun and rain be fret, 
tn concert with her young be 
heard. 



-- plants a leaven that will be 
"Attracting moisture to the earth, 
d add to every other tree 
To give to fruits and flowers birth. 

plants a shaft of beauty rare, 
To give relief to weary eyes; 

foliage so green and fair 
s ever mounting toward the skies. 

plants the glory of the plain, 
he lovely forest's heritage, 
lose leaves oft fall but come again 
he harvest of the coming age. 
man who makes two blades of 
grass 
ivow. where but one had ever 

grown, 
benefactor to his race 
i-nd all the world his worth will 
own. 

man when e'er you have the space 
lake your own opportunity 
pare the ground, select the place 
jUd then be sure to plant the tree, 
1 then also another plant 
nd many others add while there. 
)rning your establishment 
/ith trees of beauty green and 
fair. 



TALES FROM EARLY HISTORY 

OF McLean county 

Dedicated to Hon. Milo Custer, custodian of 
of the McLean County Historical Society 
^hose untiring energy through much self- 
sacrifice has unearthed much latent pioneer 
history. 

Come give me your attention, while 

a story I relate 
Of early days in Illinois, the great 

and grand old state. 
The Indian tribe, the Illinois, of that 

far distant day, 
Were conquered by the Kickapoos, 

and all have passed away. 
The remnant of that tribe at last took 

refuge on a rock, 
Were besieged by their enemies, es- 
cape completely blocked. 
And there they all were doomed to 

starve, no friendly hand to 

save, 
Their bones were left upon Starvd 

Rock, and never in a grave. 

The name of that primeval tribe was 
given as Illinois, 

From which they named this grand 
old state of agricultural joys. 

The tribe that whipped the Illinois— 
the Kickapoo, they say, 

Then took possession of the land, 
and ran it their own way. 

The Kickapoos were enemies in eigh- 
teen hundred five, 

In battle at Tippecanoe against us 
they did strive. 

Their chieftain. Painoatum was the 
leader of the band, 

Assisted by Machena, who was sec- 
ond in command. 

And then they met a sad defeat, and 

did get soundly thrashed. 
They soon withdrew and homeward 

went, their ardor somewhat 

dashed. 
They sided with the British in the 

_ war of eighteen twelve. 
And in the blood and carnage did not 

hesitate to delve; 
And in that year they made a raid in 

southern Illinois, 
Where now the people live in peace, 
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When near the Okaw river, those 
savage red skins came, 

Took captive a white family, and Can- 
non was the name. 

I'he father, mother and two sons, ;, 

granddaughter of twelve years, 
A son-in-law, whose name was Stark, 

who in the trouble shares. 
They slew old Mr. Cannon, his two 

sons and scalped them there. 
And to their belts they tied the scalps 

suspended by the hair. 
The others took as prisoners, un- 

buried left the slain. 
And brought the prisoners to their 

town, 'tis now in old McLean. 
They kept them there three years or 

more, until the war was o'er, 
They were released, went to their 

homes, where they had lived 

before. 

The white man Stark made his es- 
cape, but soon they found his 
track. 

And to the town on Kickapoo they 
quickly brought him back. 

And soon they held a council, to de- 
cide what they should do. 

Some of them wished to kill him, 
while some were to him quite 
true. 

His friends in the majority decided 
he should live. 

In order to chastise him, they decid- 
ed they would give 

A lesson to remember, and they tied 
him to a stake. 

The whole tribe danced around him, 
while he then with fear did 
shake. 

One-half his face they painted black, 

and slapped him on his jaws. 
Spit in his face to humble him, for 

which they had no cause; 
They gave him sure to understand, 

if e'er he made a break, 
They'd catch and bring him back 

again, and burn him at the 

stake. 
When visiting another tribe they took 

the maiden child. 
Her grandma for her safety feared, 

was anxious, almost wild, 
But on a pony's back astride they 

brought the darling child. 



Bedecked with many Indian beadj 
and lovely flowers wild. I 

The chieftain tried to buy her for 

wife unto his son, 
But grandma spurned his overture 

such things could not be don.' 
He offered her much silver, which h 

thought was just and fair. 
But "Nay," said grandma, "tempt rrn 

not, she is to me so dear." 
When they to town, those captive 

brought, a pole house lined , 

with bark, 
They gave to grandma and the git 

no windows and quite dark. 
On one side of that cabin door htj 

husband's scalp was hung, ' 
And fastened to the other side, he 

sons' scalps daily swung. 

The mother of that little girl ha 

kindred in McLean, 
Unity Warren Lindley was her cou 

in, 'tis quite plain 
Our neighbor Stewart Lindley is Ui 

ity's living son. 
And he will leave descendants for h 

race is nearly run. 
When white men came to old McLea 

they found a strong stockad 
With earth thrown up to make a fot 

by Indians it was made. 
'Twas near the timber and the tow 

and white man never knew 
If it was made by Illinois or by tl 

Kickapoos. 

And eighty rods west of that foi 



an Indian village stood. 
Erected by the Kickapoos, for wi' 

ter quarters good, ' 

Where a committee of the white 

during the Black Hawk wa][ 
With Kickapoos a council held, whe 

both sides did declare, | 

That peace should reign forever' 

more, and neutral all remain, j 
They kept the faith and all were truJ 

eternal peace did reign. f 

They sold their land to Uncle Sai:j 

eighteen nineteen the date, 
But loth to leave, they lingered sti'rj, 

deplored the hand of fate 

But in eighteen thirty three, at Unciji 
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iThey finally decided to comply with 
his request. 

Their clothing, robes and blankets 

[ all, they tied in equal pa^ks, 

Placed them, with squaws and child- 
ren upon their ponies' backs. 

They bade the whites a sad farewell, 
and then the march began. 

fn single file, with men on foot, to- 
ward the setting sun. 

And thus children c f nature were 
driven farther west. 

Before progressive white men, at 
Uncle Sam's behest. 

n eighteen hundred eighteen, Illinois 

was made a state. 
\nd five and forty thousand was her 

population rate, 
/andalia was the capital, but in a later 

day, 
I'hey moved it up to Springfield, 

where it will ever stay, 
[he first whiccs came to old McLean 

in eighteen twenty-two, 
\nd settled near the Blooming Grove 

in this grand country new. 
Vnd in this ioveJy county, for many 

miles aroimd, 
Co white man's habitation could any 

where be found. 

sow people of grand old M:Lean, 
remember what it cost, 

^o populate rliis grand old state, in 
decades cl the past 

he blood and treasure sacrificed 
here in that early day, 

•y bold progressive pioneers, who all 
have passed away. 

'hen thank the ruler of the stars. 
that your lots have been cast 

1 this grand county, old McLean, 
which is progressing fast, 

1 science, art and literature, pros- 
perity and wealth, 

/here ague days have passed away, 
and people have good health. 

HE BLACK HAWK WAR OF 
1831 AND 1832 IN NORTH- 
ERN ILLINOIS 

lack Hawk was hero of the war, 
which since has borne his name 

IS Indian name was Mucatah, Mu- 
hicatah, the same. 



He was a Sac and Foxes' chief, whose 

influence was great, 
In seventeen and sixty-seven, was 

born in this great state. 
And his fine sense of justice, made 

him in his dealings true, 
A lively sense of honor in what he 

would say or do. 
.Was one of nature's noblemen, with 

chivalry and pride. 
Had he been born a white man, he a 

statesman would have died. 

He was so proud and sensitive, he 

felt disposed to fight. 
To see the Indians driven west, be- 
fore advancing whites. 
And in the war of eighteen twelve, 

he was the white man's foe, 
And with Tecumseh met defeat on 

the Tippecanoe. 
And at the battle of the Thames, he 

saw Tecumseh slain. 
Was at the river Raisin, where his 

efforts were in vain. 
He cherished still a forlorn hope, that 

he could stem the tide 
That threatened to o'er whelm his 

race, all o'er the country wide. 

In eighteen four his nation made a 
treaty with the whites. 

East of the Mississippi they had ced- 
ed all their rights. 

Conditions of that treaty, now, we 
cannot ascertain, 

But Black Hawk claimed its contents 
were illegal and in vain; 

That it was made by a few chiefs, 
whose power was not supreme! 

I he nation not consulted on the mer- 
its of the scheme. 

In eighteen hundred thirty-one a set- 
tlement was made. 

By white men, near Rock Island, 
where land of the treaty laid. 

And many of the Indians had gone 

on farther west. 
And had abandoned treaty lands, at 

Uncle Sam's request. 
Now Black Hawk and his followers, 

a savage Indian band, 
Came back and issued orders to the 

whites to leave the land. 
Unroofed some of their houses, and 

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When Governor Reynolds was in- 
formed of those offenses grave, 

He made report to General Clark, 
on whom he did depend, 

And General Gains was sent at once, 
the white men to defend. 

He with some troops of Uncle Sam, 

straight to Rock Island went, 
Then straightway to the Governor 

for volunteers he sent. 
And fifteen hundred did respond, to 

set the white men free. 
They did report to General Gains 

near the Mississippi. 
They then to Vandrufif's Island 

marched, the Indians to fight. 
The Indians so hard to find, had 

skipped out in the night, 
Opposite Vandruff's Island, was an 

Indian village fair. 
Built by the Sacs and Foxes, a nice 

home, quaint and rare. 

They burnt that ancient village, 'twas 

a delightful home. 
Of seven thousand Indians, when 

home they wished to come, 
Where many generations were born 

and buried there, 
Where many an Indian youth had 

dwelt, and wooed a maiden fair, 
Where many Indian warriors brought 

their favorite trophies home. 
And danced with dark eyed maidens 

fair, and ceased awhile to roam. 
That wanton, barbarous conduct was 

unworthy of our race. 
And to this Christian nation, was a 

stigma and disgrace. 

Then General Gains resolved to cross 

the Mississippi o'er. 
And follow up the Indians and pros- 
ecute the war. 
When Black Hawk ascertained this 

fact, his ardor did decrease. 
He soon accepted proffered terms, 

and quietly made peace. 
And made a pledge to never cross the 

river to this side 
Without consent of Uncle Sam. by 

this he would abide. 
The next year Pottawatomies from 

Wisconsin crossed o'er. 



And gave Black Hawk the right to 
hunt where they had lived be-ji 
fore. 

Which threw the Sacs and Foxes in 
commotion, it is said. 

They knew the power of the whites, 

and promise they had made. 
Keokuk, the Indians' leading chief, 

was anxious to suppress 
The fighting ardor of the tribe, he 

many did impress. 
But Black Hawk called together all 

who felt disposed to go. 
And started for Wisconsin and his 

promise broke, you know. 
Wlien this was known to Reynolds, 

by the power of his might, 
He called one thousand volunteers, 

all mounted for a fight. 



And Uncle Sam came also, with a 

part of his command, 
While eighteen hundred volunteers 

for fighting were on hand. 
In April, 27th day, in eighteen thirty- 
two. 
They were quite ready then to march 

and to their country true; 
And Black Hawk up Rock river went 

with his bold Indian band; 
They stopped at Dixon's ferry, where 

they briefly made a stand. 
That band was seven hundred strong, 

and in good fighting trim, 
They had four chiefs, as history tells, 

who had good fighting vim. 



They marched from Dixon's ferry, , 

up the river quite a tramp. 
To the Kishwaukee river where they 

stopped and made a camp. », 

In mean time General Whiteside, ' 

with his volunteers along, A 

Marched on to the Rock River's mouth ll| 

there met a lively throng. ■.' 

Under a General Atkinson, whom 

Uncle Sam had sent. 
Then one part of the volunteers up 

the Rock river went. 
And marched along for fifty miles, 

and stopped at Prophet's Town 
To wait for General Atkinson; they 

burned the village down. 

They were so anxious for a fight that 
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nd left their baggage and marched 

on, regardless of their fate. 
iVhen they arrived at Dixon, they 

found more volunteers 
Jnder Stillman and Bailey, they 

hailed them with three cheers. 
\nd Stillman's men were restless, 

and eager for a fight, 
'hey were untrained militia, and in 

poor fighting plight, 
'hey hailed from four good counties, 

Peoria and McLean, 
tlso Fulton and Tazewell, and it was 

very plain 

'hat they were jealous of the troops, 

the- regular army line, 
'hey wanted all the fight themselves, 

'twould be an honor fine. 
~he Governor gave his consent to let 

them all go on, 
.nd reconnoiter all around and play 

the soldier scout, 
^is said that Stillman for himself 

was very loth to go, 
ut at his soldiers' urgent call, he 

did consent, you know, 
hey whiskey with their rations took, 

to give them special nerve, 
'^hile they were out upon the march 

their loved country to serve. 

ley thought themselves invincible, 

were eager for a bout, 
ith red skins of the valley, they 

would drive the rascals out. 
Dw this account was given by O. 

Rutledge, who was there, 
so by David Simmons, and James 

Phillips, who did share, 
le hardships of the battle, the big 

fight, also the run, 
lat there was made by Stillman's 

men, for Indians it was fun. 
le second day that they were out, 

they saw some Indian sign; 
■vas in the middle of the day when 

they had stopped to dine. 

ey gathered up their coflfee pots, 
: and utensils quite soon. 
Id rode excitedly away, a few miles 
[ farther on. 
eir baggage wagon followed on. 

and stopped at their desire, 
r ammunition, whiskey too. they 

had two kinds of fire. 



They filled canteens and cofifee pots 

and bottles to the brim. 
And filled with powder, all their horns 

and thought themselves in trim. 
Then they moved on about five miles, 

where they crossed Stillman's 

Run, 
From Dixon 'twas thirty-five miles; 

and there they had some fun. 

They brought some Indian ponies, 

which they had found that day. 
Just then appeared some Indians, a 

half a mile away. 
They quickly saddled horses up, and 

left nothing behind. 
And galloped wildly on the way to 

see what they could find. 
Soon Captain Covel and his men, 

came to where they had been, 
The Indians had retreated all except 

two friendly men; 
The white men chased the Indians 

who were on the retreat, 
And killed one Indian on the run, 

were proud of such a feat. 

When they returned from off the 

chase, they cried, "Beware, 

beware, 
One thousand Indians o'er the hill, 

for fighting, now prepare." 
Then they moved on in proud array, 

the Indians came in sight, 
And had a parley with the whites, 

and said that they would fight. 
And in defiance waved their flag and 

firmly stood their ground. 
Lieutenant Gridley then went back 

with orders all around, 
To forward march and clear the way, 

and shoot both straight and 
sure, 
Then Captain Eads cried, "Boys, they 

have one thousand inen or 

more." 

The whites fell back to higher ground 

while forming for the fighi. 
The Indians then swarmed around, 

in front, on left and right. 
The firing then began at once, the 

Indians raised the yell. 
And circled both sides of the whites, 

confusion on them fell. 
Then Major Stillman gave this order, 

"Mount boys and retreat 



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Across the creek and form a line, we 

can the rascals beat, 
And then we'll break the Indian line 

and rout the redskin band. 
Let every soldier do his part and 

firmly, boldly stand." 

Then Captain Covell tried to form, 

on north side of the creek. 
An order came to cross and form, 

and there more safety seek. 
The whites then crossed and tried to 

form, the Indians followed on, 
The firing then came thick and fast, 

for neither yet had won. 
The whites kept breaking to the rear, 

while some cried, "Halt and 

fight," 
While those who lost their horses 

cried, "Don't leave," with all 

their might. 
Cap. Adams oft cried, "Stop and 

fight or we will soon be beat," 
But in that moment orders came, "To 

Dixon, boys, retreat." 

That order was obeyed at once, and 

the whites had fled, 
No one was left to care for wounded, 

or bury the dead. 
Some of the red skins followed up 

and two more they did slay. 
While others plundered baggage all, 

before they went away. 
And Joseph Draper met his fate, while 

in the first retreat, 
And crawled away that evening, his 

presence to secrete. 
It seems he lived there several days, 

when first his corpse was seen, 
His troubles he had written on the 

sides of his canteen. 

And Andrew Dickey at the creek was 
shot right through the thigh. 

And crawled away under the bank, 
was rescued by and by. 

They wounded Mr. Hackelton, and 
soon he hid away, 

And Captain Adam's horse was shot 
from under him that day. 

He ran for life, but was pursued 
three-quarters mile or so, 

And he killed one or two of them be- 
fore he had to go. 

They followed Major Perkins on 
most two miles from the creek. 



And killed him; he had run so / 
that he was very weak. , 



James Doty of Peoria, was numberec 

with the dead, 
And seven of the Indians were buriec 

where they bled. 
While others may have perished frorr! 

the wounds of that sad day. 
Been carried off, and then have died|, 

and then been laid away. 
And Col. Strode was in the crowol^ 

an old militia man. 
He said a solid column formed be 

fore the white men ran, 
On either side of Stillman's men an'i^ 

they were closing in, ■ 
Just like a pair of scissors, when the 

whites so quickly ran. 

He said that he was none too quick;;, 

he came so near to fail, 
That as the Indian flanks closed in 

it grazed his horse's tail. 
While Major Stillman's force was ou- 

more volunteers came in, 
Which rapidly increased the iforct 

at Dixon's ferry then. 
And General Whiteside in command,| 

after they all were fed, 
Proceeded to the battle ground and 

buried all the dead. 
Before those Indians were attacked 

they were a quiet race. 
And showed much kindness to thi? 

whites and kept within thei' 

place. 

But after they were fired upon theV 
raised the war whoop soon, 

And took the hatchet to avenge th^ 
wrongs which they had bornait 

After the fight at Stillman's Run, the 
Indian's scattered round, 

They killed and burned the house'! 
of all settlers they found. 

But Shabbona, a friendly chief o 
Pottawatomies, . 

Gave warning to them in due time 
and many it did please. 

The Reid and Kellogg families mad^ 
their escape in time. 

To Dixon's ferry quickly went, es- 
caped a horrid crime. 

The Indians came to their homes ari| 
burned them to the ground. 



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209 



\.nd carried off the valuables that 
there were to be found. 

Three families on Indian Creek who 
were not warned in time, 

?he Davis, Halls, and Pettigrews, be- 
held a horrid crime. 

The Indians in day light came, and 

' massacred them all, 
xcept two fair young ladies belong- 
ing to the Halls 

tamed Silvia and Rachel, they saved 

these ladies' lives, 
or two young braves who saw them 
now wanted them for their 
wives. 

hey rapidly retreated, with the pris- 
oners and all, 
hey afterward were ransomed, 

through many white men's call, 
"Vho paid two thousand dollars, for 

to set the ladies free, 
n horses and fine trinkets, which 

Indians love to see. 
(low all thirty day volunteers were 

mustered out with pay, 
!L circumstance that happened on the 

28th of May, 
hey tired of the service that they 

first thought would be prime, 
5ut turned out to be serious and apt 

to last some time. 

he Governor made another call, 
asked for two thousand more, 

ind they were called for sixty days, 
much longer than before. 

!ut they could not be mustered in so 
very, very soon, 

ind finally they took the field, twenty 
second of June. 

^ re-enlisted regiment of those thirty 
day men, 

iVent into active service, they were 

badly needed then, 
hat regiment was commanded by a 
Col. Jacob Fry. 

ames Henry was Lieutenant, be- 
came General by and by. 

Lhe regiment was divided up, the 

country to protect, 
ome lively skirmishes were met, 

where Indians did collect. 
)ne company was fired upon, near 

by the Bur Oak grove. 



Four Indians had done the deed, and 

quickly they were drove 
Into a sink hole, near the place, where 

they were quickly slain. 
Those days they took no prisoners, 

when loose to fight again. 
After that sink hole tragedy, that 

company soon met, 
Just seventy brave Indians, who tried 

the whites to get. 

The moment was a trying one, till 
Whiteside shot the chief. 

The Indians this discouraged, soon 
the contest left in grief, 

And notwithstanding their defeat they 
kept the war path warm. 

They ranged the country all around 
and oft came like a storm. 

They two men killed near Ottawa, 
one at Buffalo Grove. 

No private house was safe from them, 
when they were out to rove. 

The fort at Apple River for a rendez- 
vous was used, 

The village was protected, and the 
miners not abused. 

And only twenty-five brave men were 

in the fort that day. 
The people all went in the fort that 

in the village lay, 
One hundred fifty Indians, with Black 

Hawk in the lead. 
Came charging on the village, and it 

was a fight indeed. 
They went into the houses and the 

contents did destroy; 
For fifteen hours stormed the fort 

that white men did enjoy. 
The fort they could not capture, soon 

they to defeat did yield. 
Retired from the village, and quite 

soon they left the field. 

By this time our volunteers had 

learned how Indians fight. 
And fought as well as Indians in day 

time or at night. 
Captain Stevenson of Galena, with 

a few of his men. 
Attacked a squad of Indians near by 

where they had been. 
'Twas in a prairie thicket, where they 

charged and charged again. 



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But in the savage fight he lost one 

half a dozen men, 
And he was wounded badly, and soon 

found that they were beat, 
And came to the conclusion that they 

better all retreat. 

A party of eleven fired upon some 

whites one day. 
'Twas near by old Fort Hamilton, 

near where the lead mines lay, 
And General Dodge pursued them 

with a little squad they say, 
And caught them on the river bank, 

the Pecatonica. 
He put them every one to death, none 

left to tell the tale, 
And then struck out in double quick 

to find another trail. 
The volunteers for sixty days were in, 

equipped quite well, 
And June the 20th rendezvoused at 

Williams, near LaSalle. 

Three thousand and two hundred men 

beside the regulars, 
Divided into three brigades were 

ready for the war. 
Posey commanded one brigade and 

Alexander one. 
And James D. Henry had the third, 

all ready for the fun. 
While General Atkinson was then 

commander of them all, 
Both regulars and volunteers respond- 
ed to his call. 
Now Major Dement's spy battalion 

opened up the ball 
And went to Dixon's Ferry and there 
they made a call. 

And there they crossed and marched 

along, right on to Kellogg's 

Grove, 
And were attacked by Black Hawk's 

troops, whom o'er the country 

roved. 
Dement retreated slowly to his camp 

which was near by, 
The Indians followed yelling out their 

hideous wild war cry. 
Then Dement's troops took refuge 

in some houses which were near 
Where they, the troops of Black 

Hawk could resist with little 

fear. 



The battle then raged fiercely, buij 
the Indians were repelled. 

Though long they forced the contesi 
while they fired their guns ani 
yelled. i 

But they could not dislodge the whitc-j 

and finally withdrew; 
Their loss was nine, the whites los;k 

five, and some were wounde?' 

too. 
Xow while Dement was out to catci| 

the Indians in their lair, \ 

The army under Atkinson to Dixot 

did repair. 
He then sent Alexander's men Plurf?' 

River's mouth to clear. 
Lest Indians should try to cross th 

Mississippi there. 
For General Atkinson had plannet 

each Indian to slay, 
Or take them prisoners of war. anc 

let none get away. 

Now Atkinson soon started for thd 

four Wisconsin lakes, 
He having heard that Black Hawl 

had gone there and set hii 

stakes, 
And had determined there to figh' 

and settle the campaign. 
But when the army reached the lakes 

no Indians did remain, 
And then he marched from place tc, 

place to catch the wily foe. 
But Black Hawk's men had vanishec 

every place the whites did gdi' 
It would be tiresome to relate the 

many marches made 
To find the wily Black Hawk troops'" 

or catch them on parade. 

Their plan of war was to concea 
and fight from ambush there 

Or take the white men by surprist 
some way that is unfair. 

The white men who were volunteer; 
thirty-two hundred strong, 

After eight weeks of campaign life, a 
part had left the throng. 

They took French leave, and did de- 
part without a kind good bye 

But all the regulars were there, readj 
again to try. 



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211 



rhey sometimes weary marches made 

of fifty miles a day, 
^nd some times had little to eat, 

while they were on the way. 

There's little doubt that Black Hawk 

knew the movements of the 

whites, 
\nd like a fox knew where to hide 

and when to make his flight. 
The many marches that were made 

to catch the wily chief. 
\nd clear the country of his troops 

and give the whites relief 
vVere too extensive to relate, here in 

poetic verse, 
\nd would the reader's patience tire 

did I them all rehearse. 
They learned that Black Hawk was in 

camp on Rock river at last. 
30 General Henry and Major Dodge, 

to catch him traveled fast, 

\nd on Wisconsin river heights, the 
seventh day, at noon, 

rhey caught up with the Indian band 
of that old wily coon. 

The Indians fired upon the whites 
and opened up the fight. 

The whites at once formed into line 
and shot them, left and right. 

The Indians fiercely pressed the fight 
but white men held full sway 

rhey pressed the Indian troops so 
hard they faltered and gave 
way. 

\nd then retreated down the hill in- 
to the valley low, 

\nd in tall grass concealed them- 
selves so they could slyly go. 

The white men's loss in killed was 

one, while eight were wounded 

sore. 
The Indians' loss, sixty-eight killed, 

wounded a score or more. 
The volunteers in that long chase 

won honors to their name, 
\nd in the fight the courage shown, 

brought them a lasting fame. 
The Indians then made for the west, 

they could no longer fight. 
?or they were at starvation's door, 

equipments in bad plight, 
rhey had their squaws, pappooses, 

too, all traveling with the band. 



They aimed to cross the Mississippi 

and in Iowa land. 
Now Major Dodge and General Henry 

fell back to Blue Mound, 
Where they met the whole army, 

which made a general round. 
They started on the Indian's trail 

the regulars and all, 
In four days' march, they caught 

their foe, and Black Hkwk met 

his fall. 
But four miles out the whites were 

met by Black Hawk with a few, 
As a decoy to lead them off, and save 

the Indian crew. 
But General Atkinson pressed on and 

found the whole command 
Upon the Mississippi's banks, where 

they had made a stand. 

Some of the tribe had then crossed 
o'er by swimming and canoe. 

The greater part still on the bank, 
and knew not what to do. 

They offered to surrender, but they 
heeded not the cry, 

They forced them in the river for to 
swim across or die. 

They were mercilessly driven in the 
river, squaws and all, 

With cross pappoose.'-. weary, scarce- 
ly old enough to crawl, 

Some crossed over, some went under, 
some were shot and had to 
drown, 

When all over and together many of 
the tribe were gone. 



When Black Hawk's strategem had 

failed to lead the whites astray, 
He took his little squad and skipped 

to quarters far away. 
Among his crowd was Black Hawk's 

son, three chiefs and other men. 
They started for the Chippewas, up 

in Wisconsin then. 
Some friendly Sioux and Winneba- 

goes started on their track, 
With promise they would not be 

harmed if they would bring 

them back. 
They captured them and then returned 

where they could all be seen. 
Delivered them to General Steele, at 

the Prairie Du Chien. 



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Cheater, the leading captor, to General 
Steele then said, 

"On the Wisconsin river, where they 

had lately fled, 
I caught those captive Indians and 

caught them all for you. 
With hope the white men to my tribe, 

in future will be true, 
And will fulfill the promises that they 

to us have made. 
And let us live in peace at home and 

with the white men trade." 

Peace was concluded with those 
tribes, and volunteers sent home 

Where they enjoyed the peaceful life 
with no desire to roam. 



Black Hawk, his son, and those three 

chiefs were hostages one year. 
Were held as special guaranty to make 

the treaty sure. 
They ceded to our Uncle Sam much 

of their fertile land. 
And then they went on farther west 

a sad and forlorn band. 
East of the Mississippi, all their lands 

they did convey, 
Also a part of Iowa they ceded on 

that day. 
And it was on the fourth of June, 

eighteen and thirty-three. 
Black Hawk, his son, and those three 

chiefs were set at liberty. 



Now. Uncle Sam, that they might see 

took Black Hawk and his son 
To the great eastern cities for to see 

what we had done. 
That they might see his fighting 

strength and know his mighty 

power, 

That in the future Indian tribes from 

his prowess would cower. 
Great crowds of people went to see 

the Black Hawk and his son; 
They shook his hand and lauded him 

as the big Indian gun. 
And said that Black Hawk Junior was 

so splendid and so nice. 



When one lady shook hands witi 
him she kissed him in a trice. ? 



Black Hawk went to his people, ai, 

he very much desired. 
And there he lived a quiet life, from 

warpaths he retired. 
The third day of October, eighteef 

forty, so they say, 
He died, was buried on the bark o; 

the Mississippi. 
Thus perished a great chieftain, witl|i 

a heart to kindred true, 
A brilliant child of nature, who in thci 

wild forest grew, 
Imbibed the spirit of the just, fron^i 

forest, brook and flower. 
And sacrificed for home and friendi 

his birth right and his power. 



A SUPPLICATION 

God, be with me, bless me every 

hour. 

1 need Thy constant care and quick-jj 

ening power. 

To guide me and support me day 
and night. 

O. give me strength to battle for the | 
right, 

O give me clear conception of the 
truth, 

With mind as clear and bright as in. 
my youth; 

For there are many subjects yet to 
view. 

For which I'd like to find solutions 
true. 

O, heal the wounds of sorrow, sad 
and sore. 

That overwhelmed me in the days 
of yore. 

Forgive my sins, tho they like scarlet 
be. 

And give me strength to be more< 

true to Thee. 
O Lord, wilst thou Thy pardoning:] 

love bestow, f 



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-lelp me to in thy grace and favor To write the loving thoughts im- 

grow, pressed by thee, 

feel, O Lord, my task is not com- Through thy true loving servants in 

plete, the air, 

rhat I should yet, some other sub- Who gladly do thy bidding every- 

jects treat. where. 

O bless the dear one traveling by my 

A'^ith loving power O, help me here side, 

to stay. That she may be a faithful loving 

\.nd help me write the truth from bride. 

day to day. O, let thy love to us be ever given, 

Vith thankful heart I'll ever ready That we through Thy rich grace may 

be, enter heaven. 



INDEX 



Preface ^ 12 

Poems by John F. Myers: — 

Pioneer and Early Days in Illinois 14 

Sixty Years Ago 22 

Bloomington, The Evergreen City 24 

Render Equal Honors to All 27 

The Cradle of Liberty y. 28 

Freedom 29 

Adjust the Laws 31 

An Address to Labor (both city and rural) 32 

An Address to Labor Unions Z2> 

The Patriotism of Peace 35 

The Law of Compensation and Retribution 36 

Music 37 

Love 38 

Slander 39 

Tobacco ; 39 

How to Be Happy 39 

Success 40 

Watch the Tide and Hustle 40 

Prompt Action is the Key to Success 41 

Opportunity 41 

Hope 42 

Secret of Content 43 

Dare to do Right 43 

The Psychological Chord 44 

Guard Well Thy Thoughts 44 

Compend of the Doctrine of Predestination 45 

The Three Wishes 46 

The Girl and What She Likes 46 

The First Wedding 47 

Psuedo — Christian 49 

An Answer to the Assertion that Prohibition does not Pro- 
hibit 50 

The Sweet Kankakee 51 

We All Wear Cloaks 51 

For the Indian Grove Review 52 



INDEX 

The Tippecanoe 53 

Missouri 54 

Arkansas 55 

Riverdale 56 

The Wireless Piano 57 

To Miss Sarah C. Birdsell, My Future Wife 57 

To My Wife When Absent from Home 58 

My Dear Little Family 59 

The Loved Ones at Home 59 

Since She Went Home 60 

Alone - * 61 

My Dear Mother 61 

In Memory of Mrs. Cora Spence 62 

In Memory of Miss Estella Mvers 62 

Lines from Mrs. Cora B. Spence 63 

Lines Received from Estella E. Myers 63 

A Memorial to Birdsell F. Myers 64 

A Memorial to George L. Myers 64 

A Memorial to John Ray Myers 64 

A School Essay for Birney Spence 66 

A School Essay for Carle Spence 67 

A School Essay for Georgie Myers , 67 

School Essay for John Myers 68 

School Essay for J. Meurl Spence 68 

My Own Dear, Sweet Home 69 

To Enoch A. Gastman 70 

Where are the Friends of My Childhood 71 

Lines to Milton Thompson and Wife 72 

'Tis Sweet to Know They Care 72 

The Pioneer 73 

To My Old Friend, D. R. Potter 73 

To Mr. and Mrs. Alvin Reik 75 

To Mr. Edwin O. Ropp 75 

To the Bard of the Evergreen City, Mr. Edwin O. Ropp 76 

Such is Life 76 

A Vision 76 

My Creed 77 

That Buggy Ride 78 

In Memory of Mrs. M. A. Bills 78 



INDEX 3 

To the Memory of William Cruikshank 79 

Fairbury, Livingston County, Illinois 79 

A Patriotic Ode 80 

Lincoln, the Man of Destiny 81 

Roosevelt, the People's President 82 

Pioneers of Livingston County 83 

What is Hell? 86 

Where is Hell? 86 

What is Heaven? 87 

Where is Heaven? 87 

Poems by John Grove Myers: — 

Eulogy on Abraham Lincoln 87 

The Great Rebellion 88 

To Mrs. Mary Myers 89 

In Memory of My Blue Eyed Mary 89 

Female Influence 90 

Science and Art 90 

Education 91 

A Panorama of Life 91 

Poems by John F. Myers: — Continued. 

Who is the Criminal? 92 

The Cigarette 92 

The Serpent of the Still 93 

The Tobacco Hog „ 93 

Twin Demons 94 

To the Man Who Votes to License the Sale of Intoxicating 

Drinks 95 

Who Killed Amos Brown? 96 

Verses for St. Valentine's Day 97 

To the New Year's Bells 97 

Love of the Heart 97 

Beautiful Snow 98 

The Song of the Brook 98 

When You Know 98 

Where is God? 99 

The Modern Girl 99 

To Our Esteemed Deceased Friend, C. C. Hassler 99 

Forget Not the Old 100 



INDEX 

True Happiness 100 

The Thunder Storm 101 

A Wise Woman 101 

What Will It Be? 102 

Be Happy 102 

Never Trust to Luck 103 

The Similarity of the Rainbow and Our Nation's Flag 103 

Like the Billows of the Ocean 104 

A Response to "Like the Billows of the Ocean" 104 

Behind the Golden Gate 104 

Forgive and Forget lOS 

Forgive and Forget 106 

Such as You Give You Will Receive 106 

Is Life Worth the Living? 107 

Kentucky 108 

Conscience is a Creature of Education 109 

The Power of Love 110 

To the Ocean 110 

The Sunny South 110 

Be Honest, Just and Charitable Ill 

Poetical Aphorisms Ill 

Alone with My Thoughts 112 

Journey Home From the South 112 

Early Winter 113 

To Our Natal Day 113 

Shape Your Own Destiny 114 

Camp Casadaga 114 

To Col. James Freeman 114 

To Elenor 115 

This Life is Worth Living .' 115 

Farewell, But Not Forever 116 

To Miss Shaw 116 

Lilly Dale, N. Y 116 

To the Honorable S. H. West 117 

Vanity of Votaries of Fashion 117 

God Doeth All Things Well 118 

We Are the Architects of Our Own Destiny 118 

In Florida ,., .„., 118 



INDEX \\5 

Those Eyes of Blue 119 

To Sunday, the Day of Rest 119 

Reverence for the Law 119 

Spirit Return 120 

Ins and Outs of Life 120 

Be Good 120 

To George E. Hollenbeck, Deceased ......121 

Smile ...121 

A Greeting 121 

To Cousin M. V. Dulin and Sisters 122 

To W. W. Johnson and Wife 122 

Love at First Sight 123 

Dry Those Tears 123 

A Letter 123 

Response to Miss K. Kiser ^ 124 

A Letter 125 

To a Friend in Bloomington 126 

A Visit to Waukegan and Chicago 127 

A Message from My Spirit Wife 128 

Lines from My Spirit Wife 128 

To a Lady Friend of Bloomington, III 128 

To My Old Friend, A. G. Phelps, of Fairbury, 111 129 

Dear Doctor and Cousin Van 129 

To Van Dulin 130 

A Poetical Letter 131 

Lines to Miss May Wilson 131 

To Mr. John A. Jeffreys and Lady 131 

Honor the Boys in Blue 132 

The Closing of the Year 132 

The Seasons 133 

Life's Lesson in the Seasons 133 

To Death 133 

To Dr. S. Murdock of Sabetha, Kansas 134 

The Great Niagara River and Falls 134 

Scenes and Objects of Interest on the Niagara River 136 

The Maiden Sacrifice 138 

The Pioneer Scenes of My Childhood 139 

A Tribute to My Muse 139 

The Music of the Muses 140 



INDEX 

An Evening Soliloquy 140 

When I Was Young ..„ 140 

At Parting 141 

A Panorama of Life 141 

My First School 142 

Dear Loving Heart 142 

So Lovely the Days 143 

To Miss Minnie Lee Barrett 143 

To Miss Minnie Lee Barrett 144 

Think of Me 145 

Be Cheerful 145 

May the Angels Guard and Bless Thee 145 

I Dream of Thee 146 

How Sweet 'Twill Be 146 

O, if I were a Little Bird 146 

A Supplication to the Gods 146 

When This You See 147 

Minnie Dear 147 

I'm Lonesome To-Night, Love 148 

As the Moon by the Clouds is Obscured 148 

1 Think of Thee 148 

To Mr. and Mrs. E. M. OflFutt 149 

With Pen Plucked from an Angel's Wing 149 

The Unseen World 149 

I Dreamed of Love 150 

I Miss Thee Love ISO 

A Tour Through the Sunny South 150 

A Retrospective View of Life 155 

Stick to the Farm 156 

The Power of the Human Will 156 

There is No Excellence Without Labor 157 

Be Kind to Old Trilby 157 

To My Country 158 

The Serpent's Tongue 158 

Love Each Other 159 

Never be Discouraged 159 

There is No Death 159 

Ruined by Drink 159 



INDEX 7 

The Eflfect and Value of a Smile '. 160 

December 160 

The Old Pear Tree 161 

Sunshine and Shadows 161 

Follow Christ, Tho He Be God or Man 161 

When to Answer No 162 

Waste No Time 163 

That Glass of Beer 164 

Where are Our Beloved Dead 164 

My Old Elm Tree 164 

The Golden Rule 165 

Thansgiving * , 165 

A Memorial Hall 165 

My Seventy-Sixth Birthday 166 

The Candidate for Office 167 

Don't Be Too Pert 167 

Train a Boy in the Way He Should Go 168 

When I was a Little Boy 168 

Read No Immoral Literature 169 

Things that Live Forever 169 

Life's Journey 170 

Make Truth and Honor Thy Guide 170 

Do Good for Evil 171 

A School Essay 171 

My Best Girl 171 

My Minnie 172 

Sympathy and Sunshine 172 

U. S. A. Destined to Enlighten the World 172 

The Gulf Coast Country of Texas 175 

The Tiller of the Soil 177 

Thou Art the Ship 177 

Be Consistent and Conservative 178 

Easter 179 

Envy Not Thy Brother 179 

When the Evening Shades Were Falling 180 

To the Daughters of Columbia 180 

No Nonsense in Heaven 181 

William Jennings Bryan ....182 



INDEX 

My Childhood Days 182 

To the Fields and Meadows at the Dawn of Spring 183 

Look upon the Bright Side 183 

Gems of Love 184 

Time Our Comforter 184 

Judge Not 185 

In Just One Drink There's Danger 186 

I Love the Bright Sunlight 186 

In Texas 186 

To the Brook 187 

My Texas Farm 187 

On the Farm 188 

Sow Seeds of Kindness 189 

Our Mothers 189 

Never Procrastinate 189 

Did They Find the Pole 190 

Cruelty, Fighting and War, Relics of Barbarism 190 

The Fashions 192 

No Sects or Creeds in Heaven 192 

A Desperate Case 196 

That Beautiful Home 196 

Your Rights 197 

To a Bouquet of Flowers 197 

A Birthday Wish 198 

A Winter Sleet 198 

The Cry of Sorrow Makes All Men Brothers 199 

The Power of the Mind on the Body 199 

Material Things are Mortal 199 

The Citadel of Love 200 

The Atlantis 200 

The Tree Planter a Benefactor 203 

Tales from Early History of McLean County 203 

The Black Hawk War 205 

A Supplication 213 



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